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Poor Love (Return part 2)

    You sold me on your narcissistic words. I spoke passively in turn.   Years of regret sit heavily in my chest.  Not that you accepted the memo.   So bound in what's right in front of your face, there's no possibility of a daydream.   I willed for Love to bring you into my universe. A place where our mutual desires   vanquish past mistakes.   Not lately. Always astray.   I die. Each time,   your impassive stare denies. Each and every time.   The piece of me that will always belong to you.    You remain. Skipping peace.   Poor Love,  bound by the elastic of your grace.  Joy4no1   
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Injury

Injury   Left venerable, with my head tucked beside the porcelain, rage-  the only reason it wasn't a knockout.   Indignation renewed, I rose like a demon. For judgment I found leather to break the skin, tattooing withheld antagonism until your keening ebbed. Healthy red mist from you, knowledge through pain. I always distribute mine, one boo-boo at a time.  Joy4no1  

Remodel

 Remodel Take apart what you want. Grind to dust what was.     Ignore debris. We’re digging deep.   Information is always now. Possessions come in pounds.   Is it the ambiance? Walls reeking of scorched fantasies.   Hammers down, a smell of ozone once recalled.   Reality-themed, as presented.   Draft your soul. Arias optional.   Joy4no1