An Intimate Betrayal

Preludes hazy fuzzed and freezing
Cold is blue bad and maybe
You could turn me on
and
Turn on me
with
Chemical betrayal to an intimate enemy
Turn on you
Turning on me
Postscripts are easy
Dimes for dozens
Sleepy sisters
Kissing cousins
Sinful misters
Know the billboard tattered score
Cold as blue as bad as maybe
Freezing and fuzzed hazy Preludes
You could
Turn on me.



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Written on 2020-10-01 at 18:38

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