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To Our Winged Admirals
Oh, smile you devious angels, smile
Smile like the devil never touched your sins
Wash your guilt and pleasures with
Your name, your brand, your kin
Cross your arms and squint your eyes
Look down upon your sheeps
Count our hairs and sins and lies
Immortalize your perfected grins
Oh, bash our hearts and judge our heads
We see you smartling, dear
We see you so beautiful, refined and skilled
Who dare amount to what you are?
Not us insipid mortal things
Look down on us you plastic angel fyres
Go ahead, call me your many things
For I am "not" afraid after all
Of being hailed, crowned- a darkling
Copyright ©
Thalia Huevos
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