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for my little Rere
She was born like arsenic.
Royalty,
really,
sulphur crowned her grace
and she adorned a moons smile.
Precious little ladybug.
An aching beauty
much too luminescent
and pure
for an ugly,
wretched world.
Shhhhh .....
the ghosts
were waiting.
The ghosts
are weeping.
Royalty,
really,
sulphur crowned her grace
and she adorned a moons smile.
Precious little ladybug.
An aching beauty
much too luminescent
and pure
for an ugly,
wretched world.
Shhhhh .....
the ghosts
were waiting.
The ghosts
are weeping.
Published 22nd Aug 2014
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22nd Aug 2014 2:42am
25th Aug 2014 12:52pm
i still weep and light candles...
on to that world where we'll all be together and fully realized.
x's and o's
on to that world where we'll all be together and fully realized.
x's and o's
Anonymous
25th Aug 2014 1:13pm
Good shit... feelin it
13th Sep 2014 11:17am
