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Unscripted conscript

I fell naked to find

Bare hearts bear arms to the mind…

Assigned and signed…

Standing in wait  …


But never mis-shaped…

In kind and timed…


Sin serape…

It’s a love jalopy

Without a copy

By design

It’s divine

Bind all the softest bits

And stomp atop the landmines

Love is a battlefield

That makes you shimmy your tits

Shake your fucking armpits…

Shield the parts that don’t matter

And clatter to open your soul

Because the ones that can see you

Will just kind of know


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