born of filthy chemical collusionsyou enjoyed the blood of the easy game
but that dam gave way ages ago and now
it chafes and eats my ash raw and dry
smoking like phosphorous on your teeth
a diuretic for the eyes
if you catch my drifton our first date you insisted we go
moonwalking on dry ice
half of the footprints now misplaced
melted away in my memoryit was so cold
you were so warm
try to understand
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HUMAN PSYCHE
Poetrybecause that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human