Thursday, 20 February 2014

POTENTLY PINE INFUSED


   We could stay out `til morning as sharp as knives
   Dancing like St.Vitus,so permanently alive
   Looking through your window into that delicate place
   A paper tiger can`t tell you where he stands
   But oh such a place to hold in those hands


   Or can you see it all from here?With just a few glimpses?
   The blood`s rattling through and I can`t feel those pinches
   Don`t let it break.Don`t fan that ignite.
   Don`t let it break Don`t let it start.
   Potently pine-infused lit a fuse in this heart.

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