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. Hunting knife strapped to her ankle Across her shoulders Mystic bow and arrow # If you betray her Believe me ! She don't write no pathetic Teary poem about it And post it to strangers ! // ( she would just realize she made a mistake in trusting you And move on ) HER LIFE IS REAL // We meet at midnight in the hills // We exchange any wisdom gathered In our attempt to produce Strong children to face tomorrow // 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 // She has not become stupid like most if us She doesn't play games with love Or emotions Or The fear of being needy // love ? • Well sure // Why not ?
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
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. Hunting knife strapped to her ankle Across her shoulders Mystic bow and arrow # If you betray her Believe me ! She don't write no pathetic Teary poem about it And post it to strangers ! // ( she would just realize she made a mistake in trusting you And move on ) HER LIFE IS REAL // We meet at midnight in the hills // We exchange any wisdom gathered In our attempt to produce Strong children to face tomorrow // 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 // She has not become stupid like most if us She doesn't play games with love Or emotions Or The fear of being needy // love ? • Well sure // Why not ?
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jeffrey-robin
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
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