Vague passion
Smacked onto my lips
You furrow your perfect brows
And stare at me
But not out of worry anymore
Just for our moment of intensity.
This is why I amputated
That part of me that
Runs around your mind
And renews the rotting self I was.
As you embrace me
And strike at what's behind me
With a harsh comedic remark
I call you a little shit
And you call me
A bastard.
But we know we're each others
Profound profanity.
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