Within the shell of the girl,
The seed of her,
Within its translucent crust,
The small and hardened husk,
The seed thought,
The essence,
The key,
To all she will ever be,
The flowers and thorns,
There combine,
Encoded in genetics,
Hidden from time,
But their advance is unflinchingly assured,
This seed could push up though obscured,
Through all concrete,
High heels on high street,
Though you once danced to another beat.
All that you are now,
Was there then,
All I was then,
Is gone.
An empty shell,
By the feet of the boy,
But you once bought me,
So much Joy,
And pain.
Now you're out of your shell,
I'm vulnerable,
And you are tougher,
Tough as hell.
The Cushion of The Years (Shield against Apollyon)
Tonight, at 51, With the duvet pulled up to my ears, I will play myself to sleep, With the cassette replacement, Of the tape my mother bou...
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The loser wins, The winner loses, The free man cannot, Do as he choses, The first is last, The last is first, The worst is best, The best is...
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They might mistake me, For a football thug, But I'm drinking herbal tea, From this Hotspur mug, They might mistake me, for a girly boy, ...
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