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Wed, 09/11/2013 - 19:14 -- rauchb2

Skin sliding against skin is the softest experience
So different from skin slapping against my blockade
I stick my head in the sand and keep my distance
from you and yours, as I hide beneath my barricade.

At his insistence I am to lie at you of my love
The words that vomit from my throat in your grace
are only said with the pushing of a higher power above.
I say nothing of the unnecessary trust you embrace.

Your downfall will be lain at my door.
Your destruction the fault of my own.
I look forward to those sunny shores
Where justice will meet thy old crone.

Rage seeps from the vile slander spilling from your trap.
You wail and holler of all the misdeeds done to you
And silence rains upon as I stand and say nothing back
Because everything you have admitted, for someone else, is true.

I refuse to be your saving grace.
My weary eyes do not wish -
to behold a new type of gender race.
That of which, is worthless.

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