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  • I want to climb back
    Inside where it all began
    to rename the dark place
    redecorate the shame.

    A plume of blood red
    the color of TV hellfire
    dancing in a corner
    of a dive bar I call the past.

    Gently you come to me
    the world softly fades away
    until human contact matters
    far less than chemical bonds

    No sense in coming back
    I've burned my passport
    used my work Visa
    to rent a hotel room.

    On this my wedding night
    I gladly take your name
    with a ring around my arm
    til death does its part
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