Two intertwined souls,
it was understood.
Bonnie and Clyde,
against all odds and
we moved. Betrayals
began instant. You
cold as stone turned
hotbed to ice. Cruelty
like tying a shoe or
kicking a can or
scratching an itch
without noticing. And
you took. Took every
thing from me. Took
what I gave and
demanded ever more.
I was dirt to you.
but the soil in which
you grew. You knew.
Such a mercy to fuck
a crone then. she
so grateful for any
fuck given. Volcanos
in these parts build
pressure growing
under monolith
mountains. And the
explosion catastrophe.
I remember that
summer.
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