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August 21, 2017 | by  | in Poetry |
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Steel and Sting

Love is like an ocean

And I’m hiding in the blue

Truth is like a knife

And I’m hiding it from you

 

Love is the truth

Yellow Silver true

Cuts me open where I’m open

Silver yellow blue

 

There’s a rock over your bed at night

Daylight cuts the string

Suspended by the roof and moon

Rubber steel and sting

 

We slither through the sun and mud

Green and sharp and cruel

Love moves like money

A poison inside you

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