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Age of the Dinosaurs
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In The Years Since I'm tracking carnivorous dinosaurs inside your head
Everywhere fierce, crushing footprints lead
They reach a dead end
Great beasts fossilized into the quarries walls, boulders and dried rivers
Their remains dissolved into the soil,
Their spirits exhumed
And displayed in the heavens
Yet you're still buried under the weight of all that fearfulness
And you still sense apex predator's teeth
In every
Single
..toothy grin
Hide yourself in caverns surrounded by jagged edge protrusions
Lay closer to biting bones of the past
Than the playful nip
Of the living
But I could completely, and easily forgive you,
Kiss you
Hold you close
How ever you wish
If you could fin'ly see that me being a man
Is hardly
Necessarily
Something vicious
This isn't some caveman cartoon
Where man drags woman and meat
And this isn't the age
Of the dinosaurs, my dear
Okay
So who got called a dinosaur? Some cave woman Thinking. A plea to modernize olden patterns. It was fun all the exhumed, past references. When there is nothing to adhere to, that is aged carcass ideas notions practices. Who thinks like that? what I was saying about progress insert here. ;D