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some days she feels like a
dented glass jewel amongst a
diamond pool
the light is dimming and she
convulses with thunder
like a venus
under thor
she makes the face of a
hotel hooker
thumb pointing to the road
are you going to potsville?
are you going to rome?'
she says
i am
knee deep in your ocean
look into the water
of my eyes &
see the sky.
the trees?
i am your tragic peice of art
i am rain poured onto green
(oh my sad queen
i can only see a trapped ghoul and
a cornered child)
she said
'i will
squeeze a
raincloud over you'
she said
'i have
no need
for this life anymore'
