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Shake me
rattlesnakes

Our lives were those of domesticated geese
 1
Hard to run from while holding on to dignity
 2
Our palms were those the tellers couldn’t read
 3
Our hearts were bloody masses of pulp no poet could romanticise
 4
 
 
Your body is the plaything of starchildren
 5
Broad shoulders and golden hair shining in the strobe lights
 6
This woman is drawn close to the heat of you
 7
As tidal forces only wish that they could be so warm
 8
 
 
And part of me wants to see your blood, so hot and so red
 9
So warm and like the rose in my garden that lives
 10
No matter how I neglect to tend
 11
 
 
I would do anything for the the silver band and the hand that wears it
 12
And it’s so easy to say anything when you’re barely capable of
 13
Running from geese without falling on your pretty face
 14
Keeping the garden fertile and green and red
 15
 
 
Your heat is as blinding as anything that opened my eyes
 16
I will hold your heart even so,
 17
If it turns out to be as bruised as mine
 18

this may be terrible
But that's why I love this site
Something awful might turn into something
yummy

6 Jul 08

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No. it is pretty good.

Probably one too many "Our's" in the first stanza...but still, soft and fine and whatever.
 — DeformedLion

the our's are okay, imo, and no, this isn't
bad at all.
: )
 — fractalcore

So pretty. Really nice.

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