you’re made of love 
do not forget that
when your tears are poison on your soft lips 
and on furrowed brow your anger is set 
the world still calls gently to you
my venus child 
dart out your tongue and swallow your sadness
protect your soft soul in this madness

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venus child

He lived in a world filled with writers
A generation of handsome skilled fighters
But when his father said no
And was unaware of the blow
He blew up his future like igniters