The one you love to wonder about.
Like shooting paper flowers
from a bright red gun
you are dead bang & spot on
Gorgeous & ruthless
numb & violent
you are the huge black
ravens circling my head in dreams.
you are the bullet train rattling
on its’ track
darling you are every lost star & fallen idol
whose fading is documented
bit by bit,
whose name is sold piece by piece.
YOUR LAST BREATH WILL BE SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER.
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