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Catalytic Apathy

Twenty-four minutes I think it was
I served lust’s detention in your arms
I am deceit and deceit is contagious
Like a fever
Sweat drips forming pretext filled pages

Forty-eight hours if i'm correct
Whilst my body multiplied cells of regret
I am insidious and craft is not kind
Fake fidelity forms in the faults of my mind

It’s been a week if my memory’s exact
Seven cold colourless days
On two legs of physical contact
I am no good and no good’s not enough
For your unique beauty
Innovative love
Running furtively, freely and fresh in your blood

by Alice Gormley

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