August 31, 2005 Dreamed 5068 days ago | | 77 words

You backstab me, I backstab you
keep stabbing my back til my spine looks like the grand canyon
worn away with rivers of trial
tributaries of tribulation
lakes of love long left barren
global drought washing away everything
filled with dust dirt decay
Love is a battlefield, choose your weapon wisely
One quite goes farther than a sheethe but kills quicker
2 mile snipe or a 2 foot thrust
it still bleeds all the same

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