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The bloody stamp

swipes my lips 

dripping into the collection jar

of my youthful dreams;

hanging from the cliffs of my

Fuck U graduation.

I smile with diabolical glee

keeping the bitterness down

by slamming back my pride

like a shot from the bar

in a dirty glass.

My hands slip and slide

reaching for your sweet spot-

in a dream, a monster chasing

me in my sleep-

never catching you

it's only in my mind.

Aching for the fruit you gave

but now sell to another.

Remembering its tangy goodness

dripping from my jaw

Tick Tock

Time runs out of time. And

I watch you cross yourself

and wish for freedom