Turning language into gold
this is not MY story, only one that I, AM told
I’m a magnet for your bullets of metal, churning out an element more precious than the petals.
Hearts light as feathers,
bellies burning furnace with fire
now I concrete my strongest desire…until I tire
Slipping into sleep
your dreams and secrets I do keep…
You understand my frustrations, from needed situations…that currently lack…
Firstly felt it to be Andrew
then Mo and wolfman, alas…
Hell, for a second of a point I thought it was Jack…
I understand you can’t fess up, I understand you’ve no back…bone…
Where do we go from here
Sometimes it’s not so clear
The address provided by the other friend Jay, meant to set me astray…I just walked away…
I don’t know what to think
I don’t know what to say
I’m going out now to the playground
I’m ready to *!@%#!!! play…
I can never truly know, if I sit here and guess…
I’m ready to risk, I accept thee’s fine tests.

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