vitriol regurgitated

I’ve let out all my lines
I’ve no more inches to give
The dogs lie bludgeoned
In their lazy sleep
Stuffed in graves
of shallow intentions
And the tugs
on my newly heartless sleeve
Will go as unheeded
as the concessions I spilled
to trip you up


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