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Reblogged – because this is really good.
You are sat in the pupil of my eye
I am in the neck of a bottle
Above the shiny hoards of gold
That make your heart
Your hand rests
In the small of my back like a poem
Each road I take alone
Is a dead end
A cul-de-sac of strangers
Who gesture in a language
I do not speak
To lose you
My heart would have to
Shed a skin
And slither low bellied
Back into the scrubland
* hisses*
I like “shed a skin”, in order to lose her. Lovely.
Thanks for re-blogging panda: so glad you liked this *strokes panda’s ears* 😀
Purrrrr… (Okay, what the hell noise does a Panda make when he’s happy!)