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some days, at the end of her day, the Queen set down her scepter. knelt down on her floor, face down on her ground, and bowed before the weight of it all. and let it crush her, crumpled, tears pulled forth in steady streams– that some have so very much and some have nothing at… Continue reading The Grieving Queen
The wind comes sweeping down the plain and certain days continues east, settling into a breeze up among mountains and I breathe it into my lungs, and it catches on my rage. When I remember your secrets you calling God as your expert witness against me. The King, and His Men, and You, against me… Continue reading Oklahoma
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