I deleted you from my phonebook
I'll not make you squirm anymore
While you enhanced my fantasy
I see now I've been playing out the same story
for weeks
I merely crave inception and with you
the dawn was always bright red
But this ground hog day must find a close
because its wearing me down
Your imaginary lips are becoming coarse
I might become bitter but I prefer to simply change
Change the angle of my view
the target of my tongue
I might say we missed out
but I'll not hold you over a barrel
My mind is fleeting and my hands
relinquish quickly a squirming prize
I kiss the air and and I gesture 'so long'
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