i'll make up
a new one about you.
how you
robbed banks.
how you carried a gun
and wore
steel tipped boots.
the hidden knife up
your sleeve.
i'll tell everyone
about the scar on your neck.
the booze
you drank.
always with a cigarette
dangling
from your pouty lips.
i'll tell them about
your tattoos,
your earrings, how you
cursed and whored
like a drunken
sailor
on leave.
i'll paint a dark picture
of you.
and that will explain
everything about what
happened between you
and me.
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