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That caused the distraction, that killed.
The Creative.

No. No. It's him. He, of The Babymaker.

It's true. It is me. The Dreamslayer.
Getting back to the hissing serpent, Betrayer.
But, The Muse-

Ever persistent, deceptively resistant.

Lulled by that hypnotic melody.
A certain electric chemistry.
Both of us continue to battle our own tenacity.

Mine is She. I mean, Me.

My shrewdest critic. Hardened cynic.
A sometimes grasper of dreams-
Tiptoeing the beam.

Snatched back by the Hostage Taker-

The Thief. He collects souls.
Sucks me down, until I bare my teeth,
An inborn response to survive,

Why? I'm not always so sure.

But, in struts, a slice of Humble Pie-
Superman, to a regular guy.
Aurora borealis of my night sky,

Something phenomenal. Often wry-

You and I.
Your demanding nature keeps me spry,
Without you, I've no wings to fly.
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Fly Me To The Moon
Date: Thursday, 4th December 2014 @ 01:31:14 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: hauntedscorp

Maybe it wasn't the f bomb,
That caused the distraction, that killed.
The Creative.

No. No. It's him. He, of The Babymaker.

It's true. It is me. The Dreamslayer.
Getting back to the hissing serpent, Betrayer.
But, The Muse-

Ever persistent, deceptively resistant.

Lulled by that hypnotic melody.
A certain electric chemistry.
Both of us continue to battle our own tenacity.

Mine is She. I mean, Me.

My shrewdest critic. Hardened cynic.
A sometimes grasper of dreams-
Tiptoeing the beam.

Snatched back by the Hostage Taker-

The Thief. He collects souls.
Sucks me down, until I bare my teeth,
An inborn response to survive,

Why? I'm not always so sure.

But, in struts, a slice of Humble Pie-
Superman, to a regular guy.
Aurora borealis of my night sky,

Something phenomenal. Often wry-

You and I.
Your demanding nature keeps me spry,
Without you, I've no wings to fly.


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