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He Was Made
He was made with kind smooth edges,
That's where his heart beat like thunder
He was made with razor sharp edges,
That's where his heart broke like glass
He was a man-boy of love even after,
Love was plucked from the roots of his bones
He was made with passionate flesh fire,
Ever loving the moss covered stone
That's where his heart beat like thunder
He was made with razor sharp edges,
That's where his heart broke like glass
He was a man-boy of love even after,
Love was plucked from the roots of his bones
He was made with passionate flesh fire,
Ever loving the moss covered stone
Published 31st May 2015
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31st May 2015 6:46pm
"Ever loving the moss covered stone." I love that last line (and the rest of your poem). Could this be a romance for death? Poe was head over heels.
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2nd Jun 2015 2:33am
That's a fact John. :)
They'll get ya every time. Thank you so much
for reading me.
They'll get ya every time. Thank you so much
for reading me.
