all the good theorists are dead
the ideas are coming now from zombie mouths.
everyone says, don't blame me, it's not classy
to waste your last breath on apologies
but it's been weeks, the outrage fades, the fury fails me over time
i just can't sustain the hatred anymore. please know
that it's thoughts of you singing me to sleep
because more and more it seems these days
the only thing strong enough to stand up to the bitterness building inside me
is your sweet.
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