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Battle Scared (exert)
And I have never known her --
this stranger
who is my life,
I've called her by many names
-- some
best forgotten.
I have treated her like a simpering
damp hole.
I have made of her a spoiled
goddess,
and after I have
promised her eternity,
then spat in her face,
licked her feet,
then trampled her garden,
still, her right
eye sparkles invitation,
and again I am hopelessly lost.
Oh, my love -- some day we
shall get it right. |