Bad boys

Slip sliding through

quiet as ice,  you


climb inside wanting::


minutes turn to hours

years pass, you’re


slip sliding through

broken bottle hearts


brittle nights, dead

flowers at dawn.


Bad boys always lie

never change,


never change:


who do we become?

Left with your



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