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She
Her body, so fitting in my hands
Her voice, but one word, a single click
Her single arm, one swing into place
Her fingers, clawlike... sharp and tearing
Give me her touch
for it helps me calm.
Her arm, my pillow.
Her fingers, my balm.
She is my peace,
She is my pain,
she strokes my arm,
and brings my red rain
She is my love
She is my life..
She is my addiction.
She is... my knife
Her voice, but one word, a single click
Her single arm, one swing into place
Her fingers, clawlike... sharp and tearing
Give me her touch
for it helps me calm.
Her arm, my pillow.
Her fingers, my balm.
She is my peace,
She is my pain,
she strokes my arm,
and brings my red rain
She is my love
She is my life..
She is my addiction.
She is... my knife
Published 23rd Feb 2013
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