Insecticide #33

Slipping into the depths;
where sun has no bite,
and shadows of the world
unite; to overthrow the government.

An echo of you resides in me,
and for this fantasy, replayed;
emotions stir, over which
I’ve no control.

So close (to me),
yet the data structures clearly denote,
‘not betrothed.’

Not in any way connected,
except by past sins and intercourse.

I give birth here,
to anger, spite, lust,
a cinematographer’s
wet dream.

But I am no actor.

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