With a surfacized polished and plastic shine
you invited me in.
with a stained glass stare
and a clear sky grin
so gentle and kind
to your publicized image and privatized mind.
you showed me the latest model
of your constructed bravado
made of metal and scraps and junk from your past
while sharing and wearing your crimson hued wine.
I was a muse for your
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