reminiscence is plentiful,
mountains and caves of secrecy.
i don't want your name any more,
or your empty whole, your silver stare,
your infection, your embellishments,
and certainly not your egotistical assumptions.
your the rust on my car door,
and the mold in my bathroom tiles.
your this one single ripe pimple on my forehead,
your an example to deterioration.
So ill leave you right here, in this bottle,
soaking in your notorious scent,
a mixture of vodka and versace' cologne.
and i will never entertain your name again.
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