Raw sugarcane's
And lollipop pains,
Artemis' foul game play
Which leaves some gooey
Blood stains,
Satin, red waves which quake
Taking control of Poseidon's sapphire frills,
Each lead to a rocky-road end,
Resulting in a trip to Hades den.
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118-79 Sunshine.
PoetryWords that are addictive, and liquid sunshine that makes the world trip, God like beings brought down to simple mundane things. We are all simply swimming in a river of burning Gold.
