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Dirt Sponge
She's just
Perpetual pain.
Getting tested
Again and again.
Trying to smile
Through the gun smoke.
A martyr
For the world.
Personified ardor.
Oh my god, she tries
She tries
Yet stays
Synonymous with cries.
And I'm sorry for the plague
Of lies
We've all bestowed.
I'm teary eyed
For what you have allowed
To eat you up inside.
A squishy doll
Pressed clean
Of all resolve.
A sponge for dirt.
A board for claws.
Swallowing obscene
Toxic poisons,
Kerosene
And exhaling
What little purity
Remains.
Sweetheart
Painted sour
One excruciating hour
After another.
Shit if I don't see it
So you'd best believe it
Sure as I'm your lover.
And don't you dare
Never take credit
For it all.
You should've fallen, love
But here you are..
Oh god, I'm out of breath.
I'm out of time
To chokingly define
Through sputters
Any uttered line
Of how you shine...
