fallible uneasy nature
of things and these
variant of Cora Pearl, a
wild child descendent
tamed by nothing but time
and the street-cold hush
polished smooth by fright
and vehement smiles
serve yourself in trance and
begs of the opportunistic
feed the pigs sex and smell
before the slaughter
we need promises as much
as we need solid lies
when the ripe house burns
we are all incinerated
(Image from stayathomemum.com.eu)
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