washed in ignorance
i remember being neither dead
nor dieing
but folding under the weight
of your blue eyes
your sweet blue eyed treachery
here i made my home
and returned to it again and again
only to find the doors locked
and the windows dark
smudged deep with your fingerprints
if i can remember your cruelty
if i can remember your ignorance
o' god why am i here again?
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