I bought your love with a fairy-tale
a functional fiction, fallacious and fantastic.
I weighted each word on a scale
geared for feathers
constructed in bronze.
Burned it with brevity,
impregnated each pause.
I took from you the truth,
and placed it in my mouth,
stabbed it with an incisor,
dared your tongue to take it out.
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