Abigail (Khrystal) Brown Poems

And down into my little grave i trip
and trot, and count my steps to brace to fall
And to my little rotting hole i skip
Oh hear the grave-birds singing caw and call
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The first Shimmer,
worlds began with a word
a single burgeoning of that first utterance
that created, shaped, moulded, developed, a beginning.
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I am her that celebrates my wanton ways.
To lure men with my words is my intent,
with me he'll spend his nights, with you, his days
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