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Hey Achilles how’s your heel?
Was your bloody fight alright?
Are your doves born black or white?
I assume moons wane in waning light.

Stay with my words,
and you’ll be free as birds,
unless their damned of course.

In the distance a golden ship sinks,
will you save those sailors?
Or let them drown down below,
their bodies left to casket tailors.

Stay by my pen,
and enter REM,
and dream of passions unheard.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
but snow white knows better than that,
as she picks posies of roses,
blind to the thorns completely.

My poor mixture of diction,
paints previous pictures,
taking credit from their foremost fixtures.

Yeah just a thought to all the cliche users and probably all the cliche police,
Let me know what you think,

and if you feel like seeing something a little more serious of mine check out You There! https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/forum/showthread.php?t=804005
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Quote by WeepingGuitar


An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
but snow white knows better than that,
as she picks posies of roses,
blind to the thorns completely.


I like this stanza its really original!
good job man, ur good at this