You come in slick,

scrounging seconds that tick,

I gave a name for you....

Seemingly ancient prick;

crawling about mine spirit after devil's hour,

smell aroma pleating from scowling skin sour;

Pick a poison....

Hurry thwarting intentions,

entwine thine talons as dreaming droops by spoiling –

Enough already.... If you must.... pluck my inner flower.

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