I knew that now now time would make days like this.....
Where blissful tithing leave writhing pain on personal subject matters
Paying forward on life lay aways of hazy being
Irrelevant with a receipt to return to sender a product that I cannot touch nor redeem
She left with no 30 day notice.....
I knew that now now time would make days like this....
Wrapping futuristic gifts in yesterweek's Sunday paper with the labor section of employment underlined and circled
Dropping fragile documents down the incinerator getting high on angry vapors fight feelings back
She had old food for the soul rot in the refrigerator....
I knew that now now time would make days like this.....
Sent care packages of her panties to inmates that new the miseducation of Ms. Lightfoot adding pics of her riding old men cocks and leather sybians
Destroying the traces that made me fall for the ploy of hearts
Purging her lipstick from the mirror once graced with dreams deferred of togetherness and compatibility
She can go to hell.....
As I walk to the corner in the breath of city life and nightclubs, I turn into an alley to the bag where a calendar has a bullet hole on today with blood watering past times.....
And a receipt for deception refunded and paid in full
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