I Load these bullets
Ready to aim
Take my distance
Shooting the range
At you.

I drink to us
Margarita dreams
Woven fabricated
December needs
Tempest in your eyes.

Late night appetite
Itch unscratched
Ruptured core
Stitches across my heart
Spilling riddles
I hear from your mouth
You clued in
What I'm talking about.

Indigo blue
Across the canvas
Painter's divine
The cosmos come alive
You caught me
Playing your mind
Guilty
Uncurtained like the night sky.

 
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