Tag: self
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Edge is a matter of perspective
Homemade world’s most dangerous roads episodes on my iphone Persecuted for my perfect elocution My eloquence brokers sudden assemblies They send for me when things need semblance made of My knack for elucidation of long darkdimmed mysteries marks me My squaxx is dek thargo, my ship is the Argo and every plank is new What…