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Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
Hail mary full of disgrace
The lords covered in ****.
Oh, did you not know?
Yeah people smoke that holy ******* now.
I’ve heard the Columbians discovered the stairway to heaven.
Yeah get your baby off old McDonald’s farm
I’m sure we can get you a council house somewhere.
maggie W Apr 2014
Sean, crystal blue

Sean, misty hue

Sean, delicate dew

Sean, eternal muse

fragrant than frankincense

assuaging than myrrh

Dearer than gold.
Liz Apr 2014
Cinnamon peppers
the rooftops in December
and the shattered
whispers over the hills.

It makes you sneeze
and your fingers
freeze
which causes
evermore solace
with the warming fumes
of myrrh.

The bubbles
which circle the edge
of your tea, darling,
pop on your nose
as the steam rises

we sit in rose,
while outside
the horizon is smudged
with ash, and coal
and dirt.
one of my favorite poems that I have written :)

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