Swat By Hands of Spite
Swat by hands of spite,
our sprite
(unsquelched)
sprinkles from her reserves
to revive a sacred rite;
in her hands,
speckles of if
become when.
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2008
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