This Week

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This week has been like the
Birth of a new age of recognition
Confirmation of my plans for winning –
in validity and repetition.
Your loyalty is won and
I will NEVER letyou down…
I will never knock you down.
I will never fuck around.
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I selected you.
To serve and to protect you.
To respect you.
To share all of myself.
So bad, I want to take you,
I want to elevate you, love you in
sickness.
Love you in health.
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I’m a fighter. For life.
I’ve lived and breathed
The dirty streets
That we both bear the scars of.
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I’ve rediscovered some pride,
No I build a new world I’ve started
to see, and I want you deep inside.
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Our chemistry is a ride I don’t
want to end. Be my best friend;
play to win, with me.
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And help me quit smoking.
I’m choking.
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You’re like a mirror to me.
Perfect in symmetry,
reflecting vertically –
the perfect male image of me.
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The water in both of our wells
runs deeper than that
smooth surface.
But our torrents run in the same
unavoidable direction – to
our eternal solace.
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So how’s all this shit for some random,
insight, to the innermost working of my
mind, my life.
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Better you see this before you hear
me moaning in the night.
Better you know me and I know you
for the moaning to be right.
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Better me in reflexive candour,
for you to better understand the
reason behind the rhyme.
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Better me to stop
Writing on my fucking knee
If only for legibility, sad but this
shit handwriting is mine!!
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Oh, for all my brilliance I am lost
Farther than ever before.
Fortunately for you and me
I checked my pride in at the door.
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Be another Judas if you are
Another fallen potential star.
Turn out to be just like the rest –
I’ll still give you six silver pieces
for failing the test.
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But I know you’re not. That’s why
I’d trust you with all I am –
and all that I’ve got.
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[end/arken2002]