brutally biased laced with uncertainty washed and rinsed of all sense
casually dressed in egomania, drenched arrogance
stench of blasphemous self righteousness worn with brand new shoes of blame
where when why what been the being of your undoubted undoing
washing you off me
tasting the toffee of your skin rinse from my hair
love loving lovers like good open books
soapy like smell in the air tonight somewhere
somewhere

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