A distant admiration,
harmless, pointless less than love.
A distant love a war between your mouth,
your brain,
your heart,
your legs.
When does this war's casualties destroy the objective of all?
When the brain tries to control the heart the mouth is lost and the legs cannot run.
The distant love, obsession,
a plague,
a scourge greater than the power
of the mind or of the heart.
The head, your image of beauty,
hangs upon my wall.
The heart you wished to find
frozen with fear,
Within my grasp and soon within my teeth.
Pure intentions with tragic results.
Pure intentions with tragic results.
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those who think small get small, those who think big get big (it will just take a little longer)
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98% of Deviants don't know the difference between "your" and "you're." If you're one of the 2% that wants to punch 'em, put this in your sig.
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Never bite when a growl will do.
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Never bite when a growl will do.
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