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Judas
There is an Imposter that skips through my world.
Heady compliments handed out like Halloween candy to every saturated tit and nipple.
Braids and masturbation, pinching and pulling.
That is the past I’m told.
Today each deliberate compliment sets fire to the flimsy footing.
The Imposter becomes a Stranger, the past remains posted like a billboard of memories.
Now his name is Judas.
Judas
There is an Imposter that skips through my world.
Heady compliments handed out like Halloween candy to every saturated tit and nipple.
Braids and masturbation, pinching and pulling.
That is the past I’m told.
Today each deliberate compliment sets fire to the flimsy footing.
The Imposter becomes a Stranger, the past remains posted like a billboard of memories.
Now his name is Judas.