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I only fuck poets
The beauty of feelings told in a way unhinged and undressed,
My eyes reading the truth which you daringly express..
Your desires darker than the thickest of woods,
But I feel the woo and I follow...
Tonight, I walk in a forest dark and dire,
My steps are wary, searching for ...
.. I must open the door, it's not a forest, it's a meadow,
Full of flowers of evil, harmless and no darker than a shadow.
My eyes reading the truth which you daringly express..
Your desires darker than the thickest of woods,
But I feel the woo and I follow...
Tonight, I walk in a forest dark and dire,
My steps are wary, searching for ...
.. I must open the door, it's not a forest, it's a meadow,
Full of flowers of evil, harmless and no darker than a shadow.
Published 12th Mar 2010
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Anonymous
12th Mar 2010 6:45pm
- we write to communicate and provocation is definately a strong way of doing this.
Nice work.
S
Nice work.
S
12th Mar 2010 7:34pm
Some feelings and desires are hard to communicate and yet one must.. turn vice to virtue
12th Mar 2010 9:15pm
12th Mar 2010 9:16pm
12th Mar 2010 11:19pm
Thank you Ava, it was originally called "I only fuck poets, not porky pie tellers" and was meant to be about something completely else. But as it happens I fell in love with I only fuck poets meaning and had to build on ambiguity of this.
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