ARe DeAd.
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My Lovers Lips
are
Not Like Others,
My Lovers Lips
are
Dead;
but
She comforts
me
Beneath
The Covers.
(and soothes
The
Reptiles
In My Head.)
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Her Soul was
Pimped
for Thirteen
Seconds,
of Fame She
Didn't Live To
See,
Yet she's existed
longer
than I'd reckoned!
(In A Machine
of
Edited Memories.)
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My Lovely's
Face
is Not Like
Others
My Lovely's
Face
is Flat,..
she grew
up
In A House
of
Brothers,
who'd
Beat
Her
when She
Laughed.
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I
try to tell
Her
Life has
Purpose,
but it's
hard Instilling
Her
with Faith,
when
Conditioned
to feel
like
She's
Worthless!
(Or
Worthless!
(Or
a
Tool
To
Violate)
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And yet..
My Lovers
Kiss
is Not Like
Mine,
My Lovers
Kiss
is Warm,..
defying
Death
and All
My Lovers
Kiss
is Not Like
Mine,
My Lovers
Kiss
is Warm,..
defying
Death
and All
of
Time!
(In Spite
Life's Many
Storms.)
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She saved
My Soul
from Inner
Torment,
the
Moment that
I
Saw Her
Smile,..
for My
Love is
still quite
Innocent!
(and
Shall
Never
Be
Defiled.).
J.stephen.h.
Time!
(In Spite
Life's Many
Storms.)
+
She saved
My Soul
from Inner
Torment,
the
Moment that
I
Saw Her
Smile,..
for My
Love is
still quite
Innocent!
(and
Shall
Never
Be
Defiled.).
J.stephen.h.
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