(B/W) itch

May 16, 2011
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You deceive us with
your charming eyes
compassionate glow
Corrupting us with
rumors you bestow
Sit, perched
on your pedestal
above us all
Mixing, boiling up
stories on your own
Creations carefully carved
on the bathroom stalls
Oozing out into
the main halls
No sign of
caution at all
We slip on them
and fall

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