Whitney Stevens Biography

Thunder Puddles damp with static
Blue macaws with crystal eyes
Balloons alight like many stars
Such are the musings of a muse
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Oh great Harpy of the skies
Wings of love and wings of pain
Set upon me your greedy eyes
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Oasis of hope
There's room for us all to stay
Wish the world away
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Up upon the highest peak
Where words will have no meaning
There we shall make our vows
Where promises break like sticks
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I was falling down into my tomb, the vertex of my lasting doom
Above my little dirt-like womb, a single blackened flower blooms
I split the earth and grasped its stem, its little petals I have condemned
'I won't go down alone like them' I coughed out with a wad of phlegm
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