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woman we have fought this war before do you remember this feeling in the absence of dawn our swords shaped like crescent moons and our fists clenching into pond water thin Lilly pads healing old soars lovers spinning around the orbit of a woman's thigh spine trembling I will not give up because I have shared too many shades of indigo to be the other woman I have given too much silk and lavender air to be a bedtime story a midnight call borrowed time an option a lie woman I have fought this war limbs bending into someone who can win affection If there ever was a way I have given my palms to him the curve of my body the backs of my ears my opposable thumbs my sweet tooth I have given him not everything but the choice to take anything because fighting and war are two different things one is of passion, unexpected, the other are waves of the loudest ocean a never ending grudge of today's and tomorrow's a tug of war in the infinite universe rooted from centuries of ancestors who have lost a battle destined before birth fighting and war are two different things one will pass the other won't and that's when I know I have won
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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woman we have fought this war before do you remember this feeling in the absence of dawn our swords shaped like crescent moons and our fists clenching into pond water thin Lilly pads healing old soars lovers spinning around the orbit of a woman's thigh spine trembling I will not give up because I have shared too many shades of indigo to be the other woman I have given too much silk and lavender air to be a bedtime story a midnight call borrowed time an option a lie woman I have fought this war limbs bending into someone who can win affection If there ever was a way I have given my palms to him the curve of my body the backs of my ears my opposable thumbs my sweet tooth I have given him not everything but the choice to take anything because fighting and war are two different things one is of passion, unexpected, the other are waves of the loudest ocean a never ending grudge of today's and tomorrow's a tug of war in the infinite universe rooted from centuries of ancestors who have lost a battle destined before birth fighting and war are two different things one will pass the other won't and that's when I know I have won
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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