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Apr 2018
Your amber waves of grain, draw my eyes,
and traps my hands in it’s, silky ivy. Poison drips
from those, needy lips, gripping at my heartstrings.
Words falling from your mouth as witchy wonders,
Their accompanying breath, dances across my ear.

I will move for you.
I am your willing puppet.
String me up, with your promises
(String me up)
Make me dance for them.
For they, are my, holy grail.

Your eyes enclose me in a, world of wonder.
With every glance at you my, heart beats like thunder.
These storms you bring flood my world. Impounded
by the water, with your words you lead me under.
Suspended like this, you promise time unbounded.

I will stay for you.
I am your willing puppet.
String me up with your promises.
(String me up)
Make me dance for them,
For they, are my, fountain of youth.

No, don’t cut these strings!
Lace them with diamond.
Please, don’t cut these strings.
SorrowfulSunflower
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