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take my hand,
fight like lovers eternal,
where tongues waggle in fury
only waiting to mesh in the aftermath of reconciliation.

tear apart my pillows, 
for tonight there's no place to place to rest,
a bed of thorns,
where love is born, 
raised and put to the test.

behold emotions crushed in a fist,
and smouldering petals spread,
dripping between the sheets of silk,
where lyrics fear to tread.

hmmm should I write more?
nah i'd better refrain
i'm meant to be working...
what was your name again?.

 

 

 

 

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