Vanessa King Poems

A Mystical land of golden, glittering dust
For when you breathe in, you lust
This magical coil will take you and your trust
And once on her ship, you will worship the dusk
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The historical city stands opaque to its thrusting dusk atmosphere
The mood of this tortured landscape is queer
As the emerald silk ripples surrounds its existence
I pass the stone tower, and I notice a presence
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