I think now to be quiet
Saturday, 29 June 2013
Love Kills
It was between my breast bones where
The crest was hard and
Inpenetrable like the shield
Of granite that held our footings
But your love turned that
Into a smear of jelly
And when I saw the spear
In your aim
I knew I was free
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