your words
have been an anchor
in times of slight,
my morose manifests,
i knew you’d understand
and i’d never be alone
your words
were more than lines
they’re a way of life
the path that punishes
but not as much as
you punish yourself
people hate what you do
what will they think of me
when they find out i’m
just as perverted as you
it’s sad, but true
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