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"phyrigian" poems
The phyrigian lion couldn’t save me now Nor the man on the moon with all his stars Or the imps that play havoc at night Please hold my hand, hold it tight through this madness and chaos. Because the hatter laughs in my dreams and the mermaids aren’t as they seam With snarling fangs as sharp as the Wolves that pounce through my synapses the phyrigian lion couldn’t save me now Nor all the stars pierced to the inside of my eyelids
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC
lv-quigley
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The phyrigian lion couldn’t save me now Nor the man on the moon with all his stars Or the imps that play havoc at night Please hold my hand, hold it tight through this madness and chaos. Because the hatter laughs in my dreams and the mermaids aren’t as they seam With snarling fangs as sharp as the Wolves that pounce through my synapses the phyrigian lion couldn’t save me now Nor all the stars pierced to the inside of my eyelids
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