St Laurent Poems - Poems about St Laurent

...Let’s use Majorelle blue, okay? I nodded. Knowing nothing of it. Morocco botanical garden blue. Named for Jaques Majorelle. French painter. Nuturerer of gardens for forty years. Eighteen y......

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...The End of Love A secret grief rips apart all that was Slaves to the sexual caresses of time Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields Of spring full wishes Thou seeith the birth of love ......

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...$hawty Got $wag Shawty got swag, Shawty mad dope. Face all cheesin’, She real turned up. Goin’ to da club, She steppin' wit her peeps, Lookin’ so ratchet, Sh......

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...The dam broke in Quebec. My thoughts, my words, and my pen all moved. Moved like the thin layer of brackish water over the icy depths of le Fleave St. Laurent. Moved like the evening breez......

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