by Sky Claudette Soto
And in the palm of my hands Jaden eggs are placed, Amethyst and crystal salt lamps sit upon a treasured trunk as I, Clad in Louis attire peer out, as chunks of
Moldavite are tightly wrapped upon my nape, centered...centered... in Rose quartz I am and in black tourmaline I stand as white lights shine above and below me,
Gazing up upon this glorious view a monument crafted of celestite stones shines like stars as an etheric light drapes down, for judge not ye know nothing about
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And now my heart aches like tha drake calling out on the porcelian lake.... comeback and sing that song because this poem was great!
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