Brass Knuckle Poet
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These HandsA Poem by Brass Knuckle PoetThese hands....These hands that have clothed your naked bodycaressed your sultry cheekrun gently through your soft hairthese handsveined, strong, hard.. |
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Our Dark PlacesA Poem by Brass Knuckle PoetOur Dark Places.My war was lostadrift alonemy sullen heartcould not atonefor my dark sinsthe seeds were sown.your soul was bruisedyour house in ruinsy.. |
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Beautiful DisasterA Poem by Brass Knuckle Poetyou always close your eyes when I kiss youshould I close my heart when I miss youshould I ride into your fairy taleand claim you as my prizeI drink in.. |
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