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my constant lover has run off on his flight of fancy

and in his absence I am lost,

I dont want to think of you.

I dont want to be thrown back in that boat with you

I am aprehensive.

I am dragging my feet

those fake smiles and snorty vibes

the i really couldnt give a fuck reply

all the pretending

the preditor and the prey

whos in control?

none of us it seems

but the fates have conspired once again

and another preening ritual is attended

and for what?

to show you what it is you havent got.

but you notice things like that dont you?

I will speak to you with those eyes you mask with hate

and I will mirror cool disinterest

and the rest shall feel ill at ease at my presence

while I fit in with the calm ease

of even the greatest sleeze.

comfortable in my destruction

and thier recoil at my gall

to put the shit out there so nicely

like it doesnt stink at all...