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Hunting knife strapped to her ankle
Across her shoulders
Mystic bow and arrow
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If you betray her
Believe me !
She don't write no pathetic
Teary poem about it
And post it to strangers !
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( she would just realize she made a mistake in trusting you
And move on )
HER LIFE IS REAL
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We meet at midnight in the hills
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We exchange any wisdom gathered
In our attempt to produce
Strong children to face tomorrow
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Clad in furs and antler horns
( or so it seems on the poetic level )
Quite ordinary really
Except for the REAL FIRE
In her eyes of love
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She has not become stupid like most if us
She doesn't play games with love
Or emotions
Or
The fear of being needy
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love ?
•
Well sure
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Why not ?