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Every little white starwho deigns to sparkleand sprinklehis tiny armsinto the burly black night-coat;I will think of your face in them.quiet achieversbraveburning so brightly and so magnificentlydiligent, truthful, kind and pure.you were a white…Continue
She won't wear vintage hand-me-downs, Unless they are Victorian. She covets Anastasia's gowns And drives a cute DeLorean.Her friends are from thespian camp, To protect the country's grammar. The lovely viscountess of vamp Instructs language with…Continue
De-rail not, the sacred is the mysterious(Though, some will not call you there)Let shadows fall . . . Believe in the waterfall,with faith unconquerablefor if your eyelids should drop - even for a moment,this waterfall in our hearts - can never be…Continue
They laugh at me because I do not bathe,cackling at my tattered robeThe Athenians are quick to judgeand smother themselves in gossip They cannot stand my repulsive breathYes! I love to munch on raw onions,but when you dwell deep enough,my words are…Continue