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...

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