Ice Tongues

Peace upon perfection, she said: "I have his flesh"
I said "you're a sweetheart on daylight and that's all."

At your best you can swing his bell with a fancy strut.
But your pledges are salty: do not work.

I may not be able to seize what I want
(blood of battle on the hill)
but I can tell you this:

We're more than blood buddies, our hands draw from ancient times.
Your charismatic façade may raise all sorts of nuances, but who assures you longevity?

I'm saying: your cards will expire,
until you don't look like yourself anymore.

There.

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Unthinkable guns, Marilyn.

Soon, see.