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You sir, working in your garden With your leather laugh wrinkled face Calloused hands steady to the *** God loving salt of the earth soul You are my brother You my lady, tending to your family With your silver locks of hair Portraits on the wall Rocking chair tales of innocence (lost) Untold secrets that will remain Untold You are my sister He who walks down Bond Road limping Broken banjo string strumming Songs of the mother land singing Tepestuous youth smiling He is my brother She who hides in the shadow Licking incestuous wounds inflicted Untrusting broken open heart that Bleeds nightly She is my sister You are all angels of light to me And I love you
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
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You sir, working in your garden With your leather laugh wrinkled face Calloused hands steady to the *** God loving salt of the earth soul You are my brother You my lady, tending to your family With your silver locks of hair Portraits on the wall Rocking chair tales of innocence (lost) Untold secrets that will remain Untold You are my sister He who walks down Bond Road limping Broken banjo string strumming Songs of the mother land singing Tepestuous youth smiling He is my brother She who hides in the shadow Licking incestuous wounds inflicted Untrusting broken open heart that Bleeds nightly She is my sister You are all angels of light to me And I love you
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
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