use me

where is the center?

dead edges are all

that is left,

come, let us leave now,

returning to better times,

bright golden laughter,

buried deep among gentle copulations,

quiet whispers;

listen closely;

do you hear it now?

do you fear it now?

is it all            clear;

now?

it is still there,

waiting until the end,

far below the naked sun,

burning out of control,

plunging out of sight,

disappearing into the cool autumn night;

desperation,

in desperate times,

make for cries of

desperate help;

take me,

abuse me,

hurt me,

use me;

then leave me

alone.

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