Oh My So-Called Confidant (no more)

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You live stolen aesthetics, don’t you?

How does it feel to build them all from women’s tears?

“I found my one, I found my undyed love.”

“Yesterday has passed; tomorrow I’ll be with her forever.”

“Let us all be swallowed by silence—

especially you, my once-confidant.”

Oh my so-called confidant, I hope you’re forever swayed by a snake—

a snake made from all those empty, nonsensical, material-drunk desire-spheres,

a sphere of realism where I stored the innocent “you” who once mattered,

a matter of fact now just a speck of dust—brown and dying,

dying under the weight of your clouded judgment that told you:

You, be stern, and walk on your grave with shame forever.

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