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A(r)mor I wear With drawstrings that dangle Another layer to cover A beating heart Pulling sleeves Covering wrists Vulnerable but protected Blood flowing, life I see her, fair Beauty and depth Yet a frail and fragile heart Not armed, not guarded Like a piece of art "Please be careful... Sensitive to touch... Handle with care" She will wear my a(r)mor And cover her wrists Hood pulled over Guarding from killing whispers She will wear my a(r)mor I will be without Naked, defenseless, exposed But she will have a(r)mor My Armor, My Amor
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
A(r)mor
A(r)mor I wear With drawstrings that dangle Another layer to cover A beating heart Pulling sleeves Covering wrists Vulnerable but protected Blood flowing, life I see her, fair Beauty and depth Yet a frail and fragile heart Not armed, not guarded Like a piece of art "Please be careful... Sensitive to touch... Handle with care" She will wear my a(r)mor And cover her wrists Hood pulled over Guarding from killing whispers She will wear my a(r)mor I will be without Naked, defenseless, exposed But she will have a(r)mor My Armor, My Amor
Linus
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
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