you with the pretty eyes, what is your motivation?you weren't the one laced with arsenic,just copper-plated sugar pills,the pennies we threw into the river,and the lock on the bridge we didn't close;you faced me and my skin melted:this place is a hole, sinking ships insidegarden-sized ponds, and what we said was toxicto our continued breathing(falling into this was like slipping into a coma andwish