99.44% pure

my heart was
resting on your
laurels
and wisdom
and my naivete 
drank your
impiety like
a screwdriver...
so i was young 
and untouched...
now I'm just
untouched...
waiting for
more of your lines
and your cynical
observances
falling like rain...
i could drown in
the acid of your tongue... 





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