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May 2015
Burn through me like gold dust
salute my bruised heart,
through the window of my chest
Beating so slowly  
you'd be surprised that it can move at all,
Muscles contracting so tense
Im a trooper, battery powered assault class fighter
Punching above my weight so carelessly
you ******* alive
arrogant ecstasy  unravels in me ,
twirling pirouettes spit in spats  of profanity,  
give me a little more,  your not just some little *****
your a cowboy on a pirate ship whos plunging into war
head of the armada charge strait for my heart
your ambition is not lost in the fight
and though your overwhelmed with all the might  of my baggage
you spin next to me in fits of glee,
as i carry you to our carrige
fall in love with me my dear
no longer will you have to fear
your skin isnt so tight when you wear it loosely,
come hold me closer
So i can slip you out of your comfort zone
Death-throws
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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