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Hunting knife strapped to her ankle

Across her shoulders

Mystic bow and arrow

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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

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We meet at midnight in the hills

//

We exchange any wisdom gathered

In our attempt to produce

Strong children to face tomorrow

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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 ?