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Seconds in time,
take your scornful kiss
with my body
thinking I’d taste your weakness
slowing down into honey
but your lips charr like forest fires
your jaw locked, feeling fuzzy
seamless from eye to eye
paranoia in your panorama
take your lack interest
with a glass of wine
bad taste in my mouth
pennies to the irony
lean in and make you sick
curl you up in my napkin
seconds in time,
take your scornful kiss
home to my intentions.