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She keeps hijacking the most pure Of my metaphors I wonder if she Sells them in slavery To him; Forced into prostitution To the **** Who sells their own children To their lover/business partner? My only weapon is now Saying the truth out loud She offers him stolen ****** expressions as sacrifice but they were mine I grew and nurtured them I fostered and guarded them And she took them away They were merely thoughts in my garden with osseous walls I showed them to her, gave them her tears and her smiles, gave them her names; She picked them and ran, claimed them not even all for herself… but for him… the foreign body This is merely one in a line of treacheries and I will no longer allow her to fall any further into this monstrous scar of transgression.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
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She keeps hijacking the most pure Of my metaphors I wonder if she Sells them in slavery To him; Forced into prostitution To the **** Who sells their own children To their lover/business partner? My only weapon is now Saying the truth out loud She offers him stolen ****** expressions as sacrifice but they were mine I grew and nurtured them I fostered and guarded them And she took them away They were merely thoughts in my garden with osseous walls I showed them to her, gave them her tears and her smiles, gave them her names; She picked them and ran, claimed them not even all for herself… but for him… the foreign body This is merely one in a line of treacheries and I will no longer allow her to fall any further into this monstrous scar of transgression.
they die like fish out of the water... for you cannot replace a bird with a mermaid... and each ecosystem has its own equilibrium... the context is fragile and volatile...
#stop#stealing#my#expressions#for#someone#else
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gabriel-burns
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
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