Careless caress cuts,
softest shards of shattered glass.
Smile saccharine sweet,
lips smacking sin.
Short breaths reek regret,
spitting fucks and Gods
to shake this secret silence.
Lies strangle, stifle sound
as we slither, sifting stained sheets.
Shifting, somehow,
still sitting still.
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