on bartering sins

wet pages of a book

yet not of your own tears

teeth and the crook

of expensive mortal fear

.

a shower of falling

hair, the strands you stole

and insults writing

on skins and stained wall

.

a wicked smile to

test your own patience

torn apart by you

for my liquid penitence

.

a sin for another sin

to pay for what i haven’t done

if mercy it shall win

both will cancel out each one.

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