Take Turns


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take turns, chalk burns, it's light enough to show your highest low | take part, drop guard, it's bright enough to hide your lowest high that you can't control | it's not the bullet that kills you: it's the hole | drugged sighs, name lies, the routines of a cute and tender brute | coarse lips, small hips, you touch them with the glove of callous love that ties your tongue | it's not the singer that haunts you: it's the song | back turned, you learned each poem will in time slip your mind, each and every line | it's not the verse we remember: it's the rhyme | it hits you as you come: it is not love that unites us: it's the bomb | take turns, chalk burns, it's light enough to show your highest low that you trade for youth | it's not the lie that will break us...