Drop it.
Wiped the lens
Smears of revenge
Bewildered by being,
only, spits and sours
of your dreggs
But, for one never
seeing me
Desiring a reaction
Their loss
but, you’re not one
To them -
and there’s no need
to beg
Words daintily leaking out
your hiss, they profess
Puts their patience to the test
You can be loud for
you and yours
Don’t get me wrong
YOU are the one
You ARE the loss
No point in red rising
up inside
as they take out your
immortal lines
and use them
for their treasured
to floss
…
not the 1
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