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Do not read this if you are faint of heart
If you never asked where you stand
When things fall apart
When the sand
In the hour
Glass is
Done
And all you can see is your lips pale
Wanting more crayon, your brows
Not streamlined or cute, a blade
Is for slashing wrists, not hairs
That I sometimes want there
When I need a morass to
Hide from panting dogs
Or searchlights wide
Panning the woods
For me between
The valleys of
Of your legs
Do not
Hate me since you have disobeyed my will
My favorite woman is Bernadette Devlin still.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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