Our Game

Orchestrate my sacred name. Pull me by the bows and braids. Kill my inner peace with words you said I used in vain.

Believe all that you want as a young fawn. Skip in your parade of doves. All you see is love, sweet love; never understanding some.

Batter, beat, and belittle your own,

For love’s a sacred game we only play at home.

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