and flashes hot before your eyes.
Doesn’t ask permission
will do as it pleases
then strip teases
leaving you broke
red in the face
without remorse, a sore disgrace.
bleeds in the pan
from the vine
on the sand
wraps your wrist
in a twist
trails cut glass
sub atomic mass
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