harvey dent

two faced, raw taste,
flesh burning, time waste, and being full disgrace
saved you up.
he calls back when sour,
and talks for an hour,
spits some bitter and hangs up.
he screams hard at midnights, then wakes up at ease,
after murdering lights and taking some risks.
his love is a hard pill, where everythings missing.
His reactions are cat ones, scratching and hissing.


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