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Is This What It Means To Be On Hind Legs
Soil dream
Begging to be
Me
The stars will see
Smiles will wash me
As I move your body
Clean
Eyes are on you
I haven't felt this kind of light
In me
Sewing cuts in your skin
Blood will leave
For me
Now I lay
With this harsh cadaver
In the prettiest scene, I see
Sun, cyan, shades of me
And shadows drift over
A gutted carcass
Now
Left to be
Dragging
This cessation through leaves
Relishing
As that cloud hit your memory
Begging to be
Me
The stars will see
Smiles will wash me
As I move your body
Clean
Eyes are on you
I haven't felt this kind of light
In me
Sewing cuts in your skin
Blood will leave
For me
Now I lay
With this harsh cadaver
In the prettiest scene, I see
Sun, cyan, shades of me
And shadows drift over
A gutted carcass
Now
Left to be
Dragging
This cessation through leaves
Relishing
As that cloud hit your memory
Published 12th Feb 2015
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