celine charcoal - liar

do you really believe
that I will almost
selfishly
stand up against and out
in this odd compulsive session,
like as if a hole
drilling, on me
and I am deranged.

and you believe
finally I will come,
for the tenth time,
and over your pleasantries
will squirming
me smiling
if not too misled by
voice overs.

I'd rather sleep than die.

celine charcoal

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