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Jekyll, wait for me with your precious shiv

amuse this poet, hide it in your sleeve 

indulge that vengeance, soak me in dread 

denouement seeks you, and I am sought by chiasmi 

elate your wounded pride, polish your vendetta 

vilify this affection given too late, sculpt your taj. 

justify your revilement, deceive like a spiv 

Articulate your lies and destroy all of me 

ignite the spark that burns the corpse of your fiend 

defend yourself, paint a breathtaking alibi 

erase your guilt, no, erase your dilemma 

vie for the life you couldn't have amidst my fauj. 

juries are nothing, vulnerable to the flint of derv 

arguments are your forte, you've lost all but these 

Insatiable, I know, is your fury towards the dead 

dilute it, with the patience only found in a martini 

evade their gazes, no, stare into the face of dogma 

vanity awaits the crooked, the just, and the raj. 

jest, in the air of punishment, amongst an ollav 

and be convicted only of your gaffe 

immune to all but warmth, kiss the prison bed 

Demand isolation, fill the walls with graffiti 

eradicate all that lives in your body– chimera, 

vehemently deny yourself the liberty of swaraj. 

jailbreaker, oh, jailbreaker, brother of the molotov, 

at the end, who opens the door when you're free? 

illicit is your body who knows of none to hold 

deduce this question to know your shikari– 

Exists not in a graveyard but in my poem's hysteria 

vandalize your past, ruin it with an engraved kilij. 

jilt not me, but my absence, let the car rev 

abandoned though I am, find me again in this puzzle 

intrude my life, again, erase from my lips the red 

dare and conquer my fortress without a tsunami 

eclipse your distrust with my promises' regalia, 

Vagrants, we are, why won't you join me in this khoj?