I have two uses
like a gypsy on a string
her body covered in colourful saludes
the light counseling a strict master
making her long and mean and strong
her face was burnt by ashes
from the puling of the sun
my liver was the anchored stump
that saved the russian crown
my eyes were of her majesty
nestled in her gown
I have two uses
two more in other metaphors
a magic wand or a prosthetic limb
one for everything you've ever wanted
and everything you'll ever lose
s. sparling
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