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- Virgins and Savages -
By Rebel tiGer King
She walked thru the fire on a Sunday
Tempering her soul to match her witts
And all the while she stood and smiled like an Italian bride
Recieving envelopes of spring to stockpile her youth thru the winter
A virgin amongst savages
She is beautiful, a charred smile
The pressure to a diamond
But it all sounds less sincere
A french accent on a warm night in Rome
Beautifully tragic
She walked thru the fire on a Sunday
Tempering her soul to match her witts
An uneasy role with so much priviledge
Like a lamb who volunteers for the slaughter
What a beautiful thing
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Copyright 2013 Rebel tiGer King
Published on Sunday, September 1, 2013.
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On Monday, September 2, 2013, FadedBlues
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...you mix some rich exotica into this: the French, the Roman night. her beauty must survive the flames...
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