Found

Gilded like a mirror’s edge
only ever mirrored you.
Guilty, not of love.
Lust, spoiled, rotten through
Trust like mirrors,
is like mirrors,
over mirrored ruined rust.

Tenacious and set.
Lines of lies cooperatively built.
Co-op trust
co-opted by a cooperative lust.

Greed gilded like rich wealth
Settled on industrial rust.
I wanted you for what you’re worth.
A cheap line,
a thin crust.
Brittle break upon the cusp.

Broken like mirrors
shards of blank checks
and blank sheets
and sweaty lust
never once conceived.

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