yes, you, you masochistic lion. look at you-meddling a little lamb, leaving her tail left behind her, so ms.fuckyoubo beep can race over hillocks (as any shepherdess should) to only find it hung on a tree...suspended....it's a sad sad world isn't it, for a bad bad girl to be careless with a delicate man. the devil wants to know for she's a criminal in her own imagination, arrested for knowing, for loving, for executing the impossible...for chasing pavements and bending spoons.
and then you raise her. damn you with your cold shoulder, parked in front of you with her tail now bent between her legs, disappointed, barking. it's exhilarating isn't it? we all want to be right as the rain, yet a few of us fear the unattainable. and for what? to bottle one another, to just sit there and hold it for a million years? to go hungry.to go cold.to go blue.to go effortless.to grow regretful.
wipe that dirty smile, will you.
,and solve this riddle...if love is black, what color am you?
haphazard yellow. lover
so settle with my bones.
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