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You hold your axe as though she were
A queen upon a throne
A woman in your arms:
I crave the thought of us alone
I’m skewered by the howling cry
Trapped in the feedback’s drone
Encasing me in molten rock
And turning me to stone.
A queen upon a throne
A woman in your arms:
I crave the thought of us alone
I’m skewered by the howling cry
Trapped in the feedback’s drone
Encasing me in molten rock
And turning me to stone.
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beautiful poetry