You got attached. Like an orchid
Looped around a tepid swamp long, except –
We might both be, flesh-like
And alluring, hosts to our own
Parasitic proclivities.
You wanted more. A taste of pineapple
Now lingers, stuck to the mouths
That shared vast slipping vengeances.
You said hello yesterday;
But not to me, not to me.
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