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To sit atop
a throne
of pikes
with swin-
ging ankles
grazing clo-
uds of milk.
Above the w-
eary world, a-
way, way up
high.
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Looking down at salty, earthed disl-
ikes, and infections rankled. When dre-
ssed in robes of silk, unfurled. Woven fr-
om a lowly worms squirming, teary cry.
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A squ- And, i- Thorn
inting t's pre- curls, r-
eye m- y, all, a- ed. As
akes re tan our flo-
out a -gled. ck, slow-
shrike. ---- ly, die.
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© poormansdreams
A poem about the shrike, it's thorn and a throne.