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[_sucksatlife]

you're my number one image
of wasted time; burned into the back of my eyes
shirt collar hangs tight over
your shoulder, skin and bones,
and that austere figure,
the silhouette of religious use
the silhoutte of you
and me, as one divided by two.
point five.
and I'll see you as that times eight or nine.
swelling with a disposition to rupture and
stand behind the sound-proof glass like it's your job.
Manage your short fuse cause
I'm slow burning and I've got my time all sorted out
manage your short fuse
with a match, perhaps?

I want a comment from anyone who reads this. Because I am demanding!