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Give me an army
Of blades singing
In a torrential wind
And a glowing rain
Give me sound of daggers
Writing strikes on storm
On the mellotron wisteria
Of an apocalyptic stanza
Give me claymores of velvet
In a fistful of silk
Green scars on blue tears
The whip and his warm embrace
Give me the lead
I burn it to shuffle
Like a bunch of silver bullets
Smashing down Illusion Avenue
ON YOUR LIPS
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Well, this is nice. Very nice. It just so happens that as only one half of me is Acadian, the other half, my mother's half are Scottish so the claymore reference isn't lost on me. You do seem to have a poetic obsession with sharp objects such as swords, knives, daggers and of course MY wit. lololololol
Écrit par : Val | mercredi, 05 janvier 2011
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