Jen Juice

One of those days laying in a spell of me and you
Changing sheets after I tore them up
Rot with desire
And a bolted memory of
The distress of it all
And a mirrored-reflection
Of the ways you wore me out
With the fog you’re in and me
And my discretion(s)

With all the sanctions
Of you and the way you cry
When I send every little
Reason why you must
Not die for such a
Unpatriotic cause….

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