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If you play your cards right, I might come and dance on your grave tonight.

Would you rust me?
Would you put trust in me?
Corrode my body, and
brush such a slush of corrosion
upon me, again?

The taste, of rust, so pleasing
to my senses, as it grazes me
the sensation, so tempting
so I fall back in to another
and r e p e a t.

Repetition of such corrosion
has gotten me a little hurtin’
because I’ve surveyed the damage
and, well, the end has come.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

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  • Beth Winter . June 23, 2012 . Reply


    • (Author) Bradley Howington . June 23, 2012 . Reply

      I love you, dear. ♥

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