Let's Transact
always when my sound becomes too free to keep
by forget to say
I snap you into my stories
both told they're not all dangerous
tonight I dress in black
and order something dark
like baileys or bourbon
something hard to forget
I know you shall walk then and the time is right
I pull when I knew that would be a lot, business?
and you follow me around asking
"what did you mean by that?"
it will cost you dearly for me to tell
perhaps a kiss or a bathroom in powder
perhaps a swearing of eternal averation
perhaps a replacement story to hold in my throat as ammunition
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