MARY'S RAIMENT
Mary raiment's was in her crown,
the gold and glory too. Upended
as she was, an apparition, on the
ends of clouds - something always
changing shape.
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I get so tired of death : someone
always falling off a cliff and never
heard from again. That cliff. The
same cliff every time.
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Those who value gold will get
none in return.
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