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Jun 11
You seek for your spirit to be fed
I seek your satisfaction
We sit here at a stone table
Both hungry

Tell me you are a child
I will not ask for how long
I am tomorrows memory
And you, todays

This body has tricked me
I am easily deceived
To think I am
The brain beneath the crown

Another man wore thorns
I am naked
As a newborn lamb
Only half as pure

Snowflakes sit in your dark hair
Star crystals in an auburn sky
They drip, melt, run, dry
I change much quicker

I am not patient
For even a moment
I am the rainbow
Waiting behind the storm

Are you ready
For something beautiful
You will not see me
Beginning or ending

I will only remember you
Look at me
The way you did
After the flood

We are in the mountains again
We made our sacrifice here
The stone is split
A perfect half, how unholy

Feast your eyes
Your body will still hunger
I will break
Like bread.
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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