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The grains trickle
By in a slow motion
Shattering worlds with
Each quaking drop.
Good little girls and boys
Noodling warm and cozy
Against the cold of the night.
Wanting hearts
Pour struggles
To canvas
Or spit it out to
the universe
In four-four time.
Strange dreams of
Never were
Things,
Never are
Things,
Never will be
Things.
Revisionist rabble,
not welcome.
As for me and
my Household
We will serve Jehovah.
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Angels Envy
nearly spent,
Dull flame
Of desire
A flickering wick.
The two hearts
Sympathetic, synchronized
Contrary, confused.
Such is the
Nature of the
Seat of motivation.
Weird, wonderful
Treacherous tomfoolery
That makes life
Worth living.
