Good, then use it.
You have regrets,
you'll need them too.
I bet you make
the prettiest lies.
They smell like a
greenhouse.
Worm-like fingers
scrape the dirt in
search of words,
effervescent in their
emerald cocoons.
You have pretty teeth?
Well you'll need them
to gnaw the gems off
their stems, and don't
mind me, sitting here,
hoping for just a crumb.
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