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Shucks

I win you over before you know what’s happened.
Swallowing crucifies,
No one has flown this high.
I’m borrowing your own happiness.
Joy is oxygen, really.
Crown yourself the Queen of Peace.
This world is an oyster to be shucked. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/7/2015 2:13:00 AM
Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed reading this poem. Very abstract.
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