Monday, January 2, 2012

She'll pull the earth from under you

She was made from war and peace
silence and screams
you can buy gold with her dreams
her words are erect
they break down barriers
and build up walls
depending on the shade
of her lips
today they are crimson
and she'll rip yours open
her kisses are stolen
you will ask her
where she is from
and if there are more

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