Seeds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Something I wrote off the top of my head while listening to Xiu Xiu.

Submitted: June 01, 2008

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Come on, come on, baby,
Let my white tree plant some seeds of hope in your womb.
Wrap you're warm affectionate arms around my neck and squeeze hard.
I want to feel a part of me in you.

Vicarously or otherwise I'm yours to keep until death does me apart.

I'll cover your hair in salt and take some blood from your wounds.
Together forvever is a phrase that won't ever lose it's vanity.
I'll look at myself in the mirror and shave with the glass I'll take.
I hope my wounds don't bother you.

Vicarously or otherwise I'm yours to keep until death does me apart.

I want to be the only begotten son of a holy man.
Tell me I'm dead so I may rise again.
Come on, come on, baby,
Let my white tree plant some seeds of hope in your womb.


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