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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.24.15.12.13979]] |
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fire from below the belt, reeling me closer spin my arms into your cloud, trace a line from your mouth I find myself thinking you are a magic gift, all for me lest, the morn reveals the lexis of a sloppy antagonist I don't agree that you can be dismissed, tossed aside when will words mirror thoughts, mirror hearts, mirror soul false chatter from a wooden jaw, silly phrase to disguise protecting a fragile barrier that is keeping the flame low what is there to fear; you drown in a lover's swell why spit and sputter wrecking time, time spent crying I rather praise your strength to turn and walk away twist a thoughtful phrase only to make you smile beat her down and it will be you who has lost tear apart the gentle doll, and leave no muse to fancy |