soul in living blood

soul in living blood

A Poem by wolfshrew
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off my head, skimming the top

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leave hand prints where you touch
without the mark of passion, we are left with nothing much.

soul in living blood has licked and bit at me
i havent offered any answer, but if i did it wouldnt be free.

avoidance is my weapon that i will use on you
your importance was a drop of water on a winter afternoon

oh monkey i inform you
oh pursuer i have to say
i do not love you
my heart is of fired clay

© 2009 wolfshrew


Author's Note

wolfshrew
a quick one that i probably shouldnt post

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Whoa, actually I'm glad you did post! This is bloodly fine work, this is only the second piece I have read of you but you have revealed your talent.

I'm impressed, thanks for sharing!




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Added on June 5, 2009
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