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A Poem by A.G.

Spiraling in the rings of your fingertips,
as they dig into my hips and bruise my lips
though you lie and smile to my yearning flesh;
i kill your etched memory with each caress..

taste me and test me-
it's all you f*****g do
writhing through your maze,
with no center or truth..

why should i prove what you've split in two?
enough for you to selfishly consume
look what you done to me?
and you call this love-
the sacrifice is blood and soaring doves..

Running state to state with tired feet-
I found myself in the belly of the beast
you learn its ways and know its soul
the question is;
do you to stay or go with what you now know?