Dripping like a tree laden with dew in the morning,Your hair laced with promise and green hope. It is with regret I carry an axe in my handTo cut you down… All to make matchesto set myself on fire.
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‘To cut you down… All to make matchesto set myself on fire.’
Ahh..the twisted cycle of life.
Cutting off you nose to spite your face?
MY LORDY……this is powerful….at first I thought you were talking about heartbreak…..geez, will I ever get my head off matters of the heart….
Very nice Chris, this pushes buttons.
WOW!!! So many ways to interpret this……
Chris, I’m reading this in so many ways, all of them striking. And Lisa, yes sweetheart, I see heartbreak there too…….love the last two lines most of all.
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