Your hearts of doubt and fear
And sell it to me and
At a discount
Sell me too your dishonour and that bile
You keep re-swallowing and
Repressing
Sell me spleen whenever you get around to
Venting it
The white kind is best
Better than cocaine
And sell me the little black things
That decorate your soul
Your discretion or lack thereof
I am seeking whole sale
These things you need to release
These things you need to unclench and
Let go
Cut a swathe through it all
All your fear and doubt
Sell these to me and
At a discount
I'll push it to
Those who like their dreams soaked
With the excretions of sinners
such as you
By: Daniel Smallegange
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