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I remember the thunder Cascading down your spine The night that you told me Our love was now all mine I remember a bang Then nothing else I watched you The magician Work your last trick And out from your hat A serpentine How could I not have heard the cries How could I not have read the signs Howling wolves come late at night Procure their next delight I was a paper plane And you were the eye of the hurricane I was a skeptic slip And you were the robe beneath my feet I was a butterfly with a fear of falling And so you clipped my wings You were the ink Spread out on sheets of unused paper Line after line Stroke after stroke Vestal canvas Tainted over time Now I grab your fingers Now I run away Now I'm swirling in slabs of sapphire Falling wave after wave Now I'm crouched beneath my sink Crying Now I load old pills in my gun Take aim And fire Cremate all of My desire Now I walk on all fours Primal Sleeping on the debris Of my defeat And watch you sheathe your two front teeth to taint your next great masterpiece
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
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I remember the thunder Cascading down your spine The night that you told me Our love was now all mine I remember a bang Then nothing else I watched you The magician Work your last trick And out from your hat A serpentine How could I not have heard the cries How could I not have read the signs Howling wolves come late at night Procure their next delight I was a paper plane And you were the eye of the hurricane I was a skeptic slip And you were the robe beneath my feet I was a butterfly with a fear of falling And so you clipped my wings You were the ink Spread out on sheets of unused paper Line after line Stroke after stroke Vestal canvas Tainted over time Now I grab your fingers Now I run away Now I'm swirling in slabs of sapphire Falling wave after wave Now I'm crouched beneath my sink Crying Now I load old pills in my gun Take aim And fire Cremate all of My desire Now I walk on all fours Primal Sleeping on the debris Of my defeat And watch you sheathe your two front teeth to taint your next great masterpiece
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
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