I wrote this one about my guitar. It scares me a little, but I feel like writing should do that now and then.
I don't really like this one. Not so much that I'll say I hate it, but not enough that I'll still post it here and pretend I don't want anyone to see it. Wrote it on my lunch break: practice makes perfect.
Dedicated to my husband
A poem about Aleister Crowley's Aiwass.
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