I Might Be The God Of War
But My Horns Still Pierce Hearts.
My Power Is A Work Of Art.
The Feel Of Wanting More.
The Woman Are Mother Fire.
The Men Are Father Earth.
The Trees We Give Birth.
The Aries Spring Burst.
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Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
♈The Aries Spring Burst♈
I Might Be The God Of War
But My Horns Still Pierce Hearts.
My Power Is A Work Of Art.
The Feel Of Wanting More.
The Woman Are Mother Fire.
The Men Are Father Earth.
The Trees We Give Birth.
The Aries Spring Burst.