Vistors I never see
enjoy the darker rooms
take what they want
reptilian in their greed
and then, with a smirk
leave their footprints.
Pick me up, soda man
a misfire maybe, but those
lips I never felt
linger, and the smell of
incense drowns out the rest, the
din of my own thoughts
until I'm in love, and no
memory of the ways you brought me here.
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