Jagger

In the
hollows
expect nothing.

U
can’t get.

Hope
hops
hilariously.
hysterically.

first time
is
at
last
time to fall.
again.

Fate,
twisted bitch of a lover,
remind me
no more.

What was
What ain’t.
What can be.

truth
masquerading
in red.

God’s fire.

angel
of
mine desire.

I quit u.

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