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A pound of flesh
Like flesh missing from my bones, your absence screams at me
dry days fold into empty nights that sleep even refuses to visit
the warm of your breath starkly unavailable
life it seems left with you
the heart wants what the heart wants
it cut its self out
what use has it of these dry bones
and this longing disposition
seeking only your return
one dropless beat at a time
I wait for the get down
when your eyes breath life back into mine
and brings the flesh back to these bones
Lusty.....data confirmed.
Lusty.....data confirmed.
"...one dropless beat at a time..."
The smooth one is back with a vengeance. Time is a factor, however, and we must consider thoroughly how soon a ripped out heart dries up all its blood to be dropless? Or, time is not a factor and the image speaks for itself. SSmoothie is on it and it is good to be on it too once more. - Lady A -