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Dec 2015
Nothing will move, feeling nothing I can do,
Saturated in my own solitude, the only thing I could think of is you
The thought
Of ivory,
Is beautiful
As it's only grown in the wild
To protect the beast against bloodthirsty predators,
The sadness in the tear
As these beasts are massacred
Just so the desire for ivory can be fulfilled
You can absorb her energy with the touch of the flesh
Feel the warmth in her soul
As she allows you to believe in life after death
She glimmers in light
Something pearly and white,
Something so ****, makes you salivate when you think of her at night
Astounded in disbelief
As she traded from the jungles through streets
How this sharp fang of the teeth
Could be carved into something so beautiful
Men will pay fortunes to wear her on they cuff of her sleeve
She remains forever precious
To my soul
And to life as we know it
Written by
Smoke the mirroR  denver colorado
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     Lior Gavra and Natasha Ivory
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