Fortune

Slowly suffocate softly under the sheets,
For fortune has found another feast to fuck.
You once held a price over the heat,
But luck will take my heart to suck.

Fleeting. Fire. Candy. Sweet. Sore.

Take your torment and turmoil to town,
Become belligerent by your belief.
You promised we'd be a noun,
Before you sailed out to sea.

Fortune frolicked into my chamber,
And Fire could contain itself no more.
I was waiting for you to open the door
And see us naked on the soft floor.


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