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Posted to Action Poetry

i am your knight in rusted armor
my suit grows heavy by the hour
the kiss my heart must murmur
for i can't lift this visor

i gallop up on faithful steed
sense your desire, dire need
dismount and fall down on my knee
raise your vail and look to see

sleeping peaceful skin so pure
countenance is so demure
shall i kiss you i'm not sure
visor's stuck just like before