New Limb

 
So beautiful so sacred
Evil enough to kill
Every man wants it so bad
He makes a private hell
He sends his self past limits
He never knew were set
Hi palms they start sweat
As she walks into the room
He strives to feel that feeling
That he is loved back too
He spends his money freely
His hands worked to the bone
He goes through the day on the hope
She will be there when he gets home
She is the reason
He gets up every morn.
She thinks he wants her body
Stereotypical of a girl
He is after another part of her
The key into her soul
If she could understand
Her soul is part of me
I love her and will always keep her safe
She is inside of me
A new limb growing from the inside
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This is sequeled by the poem Candy Broccoli.

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