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I have a special superpower Shall I tell you what. Let us make a game of this I'll let you guess my lot. When the night is ripe and freshly raw You can brandish me about. Throw me at your demons dark And their presence you will doubt. When the piercing light spills over hills You can point me at the flame. Watch the rise of steam unsheathed None can beat me at my game. Can you guess who I am now? Or what I can do for you? I'll bet you wish you had me now But you haven't got a clue. When your string of life drops all its beads You can roll me on the floor. Pick ones you choose from off my skin Rest will meld into my core. I can be your crutch when you limp unheld A pillow when resting your dreams. I can be your sword slashing unseen foes Or cup filled from meandering streams. When all is done and tucked in its place Fling me far to sightless edge. I won't intrude but hold onto hope You'll remember where to dredge. Do you know what my power is? Do you have me figured out? My power lies in your need for me I transcend both hope and doubt. With mercurial blood I'm a formless form I am what you need me to be. Close your eyes and Summon my being I am exactly what you see.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
Secret weapon
I have a special superpower Shall I tell you what. Let us make a game of this I'll let you guess my lot. When the night is ripe and freshly raw You can brandish me about. Throw me at your demons dark And their presence you will doubt. When the piercing light spills over hills You can point me at the flame. Watch the rise of steam unsheathed None can beat me at my game. Can you guess who I am now? Or what I can do for you? I'll bet you wish you had me now But you haven't got a clue. When your string of life drops all its beads You can roll me on the floor. Pick ones you choose from off my skin Rest will meld into my core. I can be your crutch when you limp unheld A pillow when resting your dreams. I can be your sword slashing unseen foes Or cup filled from meandering streams. When all is done and tucked in its place Fling me far to sightless edge. I won't intrude but hold onto hope You'll remember where to dredge. Do you know what my power is? Do you have me figured out? My power lies in your need for me I transcend both hope and doubt. With mercurial blood I'm a formless form I am what you need me to be. Close your eyes and Summon my being I am exactly what you see.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
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