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King tree of life hello
I'm full of dew
dripping willow me for you
Two virtual
emperors, like you
write deep sensual ink.
Striking similarities to yours;
one is owned by his wife
I ignite a phantom fate spark.
Another is one way street.
Yes I am born a self existing
yellow star, a curse a blessing.
Portal to heaven by birth chart.
But you were bridge, something
in the way you brew my wine.
Fiery red gold key my six-nine.
Then silence, gap, abyss.
Into your own ginny you are!
No longerĀ into mine!
Your ginny of
yesterday.
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Me and Mrs Andrews-k
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Shreya Pokharel Nov 2014
She, who speaks the best for us,
She, who speaks to rein the truth,
I saw her drop the card last night
To the late emperor who shall sue her true.

She laid beneath his scars and dug,
She screamed , she pounded, she fought a war,
I saw her eat her cries away
To the only card she'd managed to lay.

She saw herself face the dark,
She dressed in white to mark it right,
I saw her hide her cards in brief
To the man she loved, the man you believed.

And still I sit and wonder out loud
Why the whiff was carried out so proud
I gazed so hard I blissed in peace
The emperor, who stuck behind the leash.
Late night joint.

— The End —