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steaming white or dark
a wish bone from the carcass
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5 simple questions...
1. Simply, what is your religion/religious beliefs?
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biting and frisky
tingling my skin and leaves
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She calls me "Stranger"
though in my mind I have bedded her down so often
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Just because his father taught him to hammer the stroke of a brush he may better wield
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Couldn’t I just stay sitting on my bedroom floor I didn’t need to see my brother beat with the belt
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She floats gently towards me in the distance
her salty breeze hits my face
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The gate white-washed once again, trying to establish stability - instead of hurdle ability.
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Haunted is my lonely heart a subtle beat only for you shattered doors forever open only phantom light comes through
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Grab onto the metallic silver steel with grace, she will reflect true colors of strength.
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Oh Earth we sup ravenously
where low your precious juices flow
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From the mordant and the meadow
cotton, wool or silk inspired
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Collaboration with poetryality
even number lines are hers - odd are mine
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Impressionistic shadows dance upon the canvas painted with a loaded brush of virtuosity
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Continually deciphered finale
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What can change her innocence into bondage of the darkest soul
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Down from the pious pearly gates separated from God and salvation that creates
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In crimson velvet she’s been released
acknowledging suffering in familiar sparks
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nostrils flared
between heaving breasts
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Just a fragile rose bringing beauty beware the sharp little thorns that scar
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Piercing the hearts of many galaxies using E=mc(squared)
a rare fragment shooting like a star then falling with a shimmer
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I had to take a second look, maybe five or six
here she posed all muscle bound, made my eyes transfix
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She never gave into the lust
when eyes were cast from divine
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It isn’t having sex when we do it
Its rape every time
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The fiddle sings words she cannot utter
Extracting anguish with the tug of her bow
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Her stance is crouched upon the wheel of time
Wielding her enchanted sword she’s deadly
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She lulls herself to sleep instilled with imperfection
Girding fast her loins debating ever the virginal question
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Standing strong branches bursting with ample existence
gazing over fields caressed with my verdant display
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Muted it doesn’t break - the temples of my mind
unvocalized the harbinger has no blame to be inclined
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Piercing innocent minds whose thoughts
echo rumors with deafening reverberation
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Honesty from the beginning
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Hang your head downward
humility you learn
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Rising above all espectations
illuminated in one single puff of smoke
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