Weapons And Arms In Love - Poem by Sly LaRk
Weapons and arms in love
Snip Nip, the tip of a sore head
Fold lock engage rage in bed
Fools hard through a battlefield of lead, Stone cold war dead.
Weapon defense of old
War unfold with charms
Weapons and arms
Glass hearts slide, dlid
Mold lid sealed cast production
The forever never lasts
See an open ocean at the top of a tall mast, everything looks vast.
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