Just a footprint on my chest:
Your dominance forever a part of me.
Just a slammed car door:
Some stranger's anger out in the night.
Just a suit and tie:
A pitiful cover for your broken ribs (right?)
Just a sour fruit:
A way to sting a tongue too tired to speak.
Just a scribbled poem:
My effort to be your disciple.
Just a God:
Another reason to...
What?
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