God pricked pinholes
into your skin like camera obscuras
so your pores
could see a bit better
and I have dealt with your acerbic wit
but you eroded your karst topography
and smeared calcium deposits
like an emollient onto my lips,
leaving caustic bite marks in the shape
of paramours like inamoratas
but I will take pride
in having smoothed you over;
sanded you down
with precisely executed
gyrations like demolitions
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