Cs. Smith Poems

I long to lose some precedent
To a new shameful tendency
Because I am so confident
It'll make me fine company
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Divinity's myth, misconstrued
A deity's wish, an interlude
From the muse's sorrow
To the fate's of tomorrow
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I don't mean to be Freudian, but you're packed with latent meaning.
(And don't even get me started on the shapes that you've been dreaming) .
The fallacies in your phallic dreams
Echo like your morals from past centuries
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