the solstice will deliver the bones that make her shiver
every year she’s always on time no longer my words make her rhyme
her seasons no more my choice her ears have shed my voice
my truth to all she reveals i’m the pig each time she squeals
her arrow will thou art she sends thru my last heart
shot thru the middle soul no longer amused with all control
laughing with friends at stories of the bitter end
these poems are not stolen merely metel forged from once molten
why go back to her lair she knows damn well i’m standing right there
she knows she is my key thinks it’s best i’m not set free
only she knows why it’s best that i just die
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send this smile over to you
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