Mitch Posted September 23, 2005 Share Posted September 23, 2005 make a woman, build the building the steel girders to the heart; the towering structure of art perfect, fine, windows of mirrors made in fashion in attraction let her be black-haired night, built from the deepness of that fright; let her be frail as mortality, lacking excessive amounts of morality let her be a sky that scrapes me dry make a woman, build the building the steel girders to the heart; spread it open, spread it apart perfect, fine, knobs of doors made in fashion in attraction let her never be, for she an imagined fancy in a head will not writhe between these sheets won't be built, high and free crashing, crashing, dead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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