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Cherish
My nails are dirty, hands bare,
diamonds hide miles beneath
the soil
and the effort and the timeless smiles, with false courage,
are wasted.
What a scruffy effort.
My love, am I
the fool you knew? Why did you fuck it?
My love, did it cum? Did it tremble,
the way I do?
And with you, could I burn my cotton shirt
with twigs on the marble floor
and with hands held high,
as a Magpie's wing
draping across the Sun?
Yet this Magpie saw
my
words
tra-v-el-ling but not my
forgotten salute. Bad luck is on the horizon.
Our time
is strenuous with gigantic decisions
as these,
where no words of 'please' or 'sorry' or 'thank you'
can shield injury.
Where a sheep in a superheroes cape
kisses a girl
who knocked her head
on the garden gate and believed
the hazel moon.
diamonds hide miles beneath
the soil
and the effort and the timeless smiles, with false courage,
are wasted.
What a scruffy effort.
My love, am I
the fool you knew? Why did you fuck it?
My love, did it cum? Did it tremble,
the way I do?
And with you, could I burn my cotton shirt
with twigs on the marble floor
and with hands held high,
as a Magpie's wing
draping across the Sun?
Yet this Magpie saw
my
words
tra-v-el-ling but not my
forgotten salute. Bad luck is on the horizon.
Our time
is strenuous with gigantic decisions
as these,
where no words of 'please' or 'sorry' or 'thank you'
can shield injury.
Where a sheep in a superheroes cape
kisses a girl
who knocked her head
on the garden gate and believed
the hazel moon.
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