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Scoundrel
They say
You can never sympathize with a scoundrel
Until you've become one.
And it's true
In its own light.
But it never makes
Anything right.
Just another justification
To underline
That we are all human
But just
Some hearts take vacation.
I saw her in a dream.
Said she wanted to rekindle the fire
That once burned
Over our desires.
But I woke up.
It was just my mind
Playing selfish tricks
On itself.
And somewhere behind
My breath,
Teeth would grind fresh words
Into nothing
On their way out of my mouth.
And so they found passage
Through confetti
And spread over the ground
To dress the earth with
Pretty lies...
