a thousand times
sting
when closest to you strikes wanna dead from behind
tipping your muscles invalid by a damascus present
why should you be so happy singing it up above
telling the stars above their names and vigour
nothing to be apprentice of finger it anyhow
let them become a bronze or sophisticated
ice that will shallow die in a loony meadow
once in a while forgettable ever since
you try and ease them in their palming lines
sure to die again to become as angels
angry and stirred by the earth full of other dares
ask to be born and sack it whenever due
2009
apparently red
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