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There is no end to my hatred
except in your arms
Strange as it seems
I am the ghost of Joan of Arc
and I am bitter bitter
in the consequence of voices
Hold me tight
or I will have you sweating
where I was
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From The Energy Of Slaves...
From The Energy Of Slaves...
Just been rereading The Energy Of Slaves. Thought I'd post one of my favourite poems from that book up here...hope Len doesn't mind
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There is no end to my hatred
except in your arms
Strange as it seems
I am the ghost of Joan of Arc
and I am bitter bitter
in the consequence of voices
Hold me tight
or I will have you sweating
where I was
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There is no end to my hatred
except in your arms
Strange as it seems
I am the ghost of Joan of Arc
and I am bitter bitter
in the consequence of voices
Hold me tight
or I will have you sweating
where I was
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