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Dec 02
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Batman

My Hand

If time took a cigarette
and put it in your mouth*
then time took your body
and put it in my head
as god takes my words
you take my heart

If time took the photos
which line my pockets
then time took your voice
and laid it on my lips
as the world turns
my skin burns

If time took you
and put you in my dreams
then time took the daisies
let them wither and die
as you read your novels
I read your mind

If time took your stomach
left it hungry and small
then time took the leaves 
watch them tremble and fall
as your mother's distrust is a feather
your love is my own hand.

(*David Bowie)
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Posted: 12.02.20
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  1. Silent Wolf
    Dec 06, 2020

    I love your personification of time—the first line gave me chills!!!

    Cosmos

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  1. Batman
    Dec 06, 2020

    Oh, haha I can’t actually take credit for that one, it’s from a David Bowie song; rock and roll suicide. But thanks

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