I could have sworn that
amongst all else,
I referred to you as the
disappearing act.
the rope you’re holding on to
is your ticket into such a sinful house,
(where 300 is too much & heroin chic is the new black)
and (finally) I’ve come to proper senses.
The only reason your disappearing act
is working, dear,
is because you haven’t yet learned how to let that rope go.

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