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POEM & PAINTING ( Angel/Demon) 
Coal soaked clouds hang like linen, The ice but 2 days thawed by the sun, spoken words insincere an unrelenting, As if mournful, guilt, ridden vespers had begun, T’was but early spring, hun. Cloaked in evergreen sirens of the insult, Keeping time with the jeweled reminder of my generosity, Flit ye in your plumage, Till I fuck you completely up with my hostility, T’is but early winter, dear pomposity. This is my goddamned house, You can sleep your fancy ass out in the shed, Don’t shit in my sandbox For I’ll drag your lily ass Through pitch black places you dare not tread. T’was a shattered crystal, now long dead.  
I hope yall like it
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wow. nice stuff! you should publish a collected works. | |
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Through pitch black places you dare not tread.
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XxAxX said: wow. nice stuff! you should publish a collected works.
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