Chapter 2 – Sweet Artillery

7 Sep

She looks like a cactus

Hard and harmful

She feels like a teddy bear

Soft and plentiful

Her glance will cut you in half

While her lips sew you back

She walks and she runs

From danger

She is no foolish lover

No stranger

Her distance will disarm you

Her wit will hand you guns

No harm shall come

To the man who is given

And carries

Her weapons

For she does not give of them freely

As she does her tired heart

From the man she promises her protection

This girl shall never part

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