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My knight in shining ardor
My knight in shining ardor,
Does your armor chafe you when
I rest my head against your chest in bed?
Did I rust your maille
The way you rusted the cage inside me?
Pierce me with your Sword of Justice,
Stampede me with your high white horse.
You’re so damn clean.
Your flesh is willing
But your blood is weak.
When provoked,
Your heart beats a hasty retreat
To the safety of magazines.
