On The Spot
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The iron
in your blood
must have collected
in your heart that day
when you revealed to me
the cleated tred
on the bottom of your love-boot
i was
layed off
by your corporate love-suit
the love you gave me is a kite
i'd hold it in place
if my hands were made of cloud
the love i gave you is non-biodegradable
it's lying on top of a landfill
someday it will be at the bottom of a mountain
eye contact under clear skies
you took aim with two colt forty f-eyes
armor piercing pupils cut me down to size
your metal heart would not heed my cries
for mercy
i'm dying of death on the spot
where's my heart? it's a theft
i've been shot
i'm dying of death on the spot/where's my heart?
it's a theft
i've been shot...
full of lead
now my heart is
metal coated and cold
just like yours
just like yours
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