Benjamin Posted August 12, 2013 Share Posted August 12, 2013 Version 1I give food,shelter, infinite tools:transported you to different worlds.I've been a timeless bower where you courted love;the bed where you consummated it.Proffered books-- and boxesfor your dead:the pyres for them to burn.You've had your cradle and rocking chair:I, ingest your misery and charge it with lifethat you may breathe. And still you offer nought appropriate towarrant thanks.Version 2nourishmentshelter-- infinite toolsthe transportation to other worldsI've been the age old bower where you courted lovethe bed where you consummated itproferred books-- and boxesfor your deadmade pyres for them to burnyou've had your cradle and rocking chairate fruit by the warmth of flames while you praised my formthough I question your naiveté...still charge the air with lifethat you breathe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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