i made them for her special day
and so she wore designer bruises
and in a very special way
she was the favourite of my muses
we frolicked in the city lights
made oh so poignant by the dark
it was the favourite of my nights
except the morning had been stark
id lie to me if i believed it
but never will i see again
its just that all ive left to offer
is a schizophrenic with a pen
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