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[justmylife]

Sit back.
Matter of fact,
teasing,
toying,
turning,
chatting,
charming,
hissing,
playing to the tiny crowd.

Play that song again,
pop another couple Klonopin,

a nod, a glance, a half-hearted bow.

Just like always.
Just like before.
Just like never again.

Oh such grace,
oh such beauty,
and lipstick
and callous
and fishnets
and malice.
Malice.

As always you're a million ways to be cruel.

I should,
I wish I could,
maybe if you were,
I would,
a list of standard-issue regrets.

One last life of proof, slouching in the corner booth.
Is this really as good as it gets?

Oh such grace,
oh such presumed beauty.
Only in his eyes.
So precious,
suspicious.

So god damned charming,
and fucking vicious.

As always, you're a million ways to be cruel.