The crime in question is transient and vast;
It has something to do with what may not last.
Something someone said or made --
Someone who took too much for granted
And always may. Smell lavender:
Derision and fear. Keep it near
As a sort of defiance. Prick your ears,
Follow what you hear to hell:
If you lived here
You'd be home by now.
Sacred cow: A pebble in your shoe, cursed at aloud.
Who is your enemy,
Pretty little girl?
Who piques you to kill
Under the gaze of the owl?
It swoops down from mistletoe,
It dives low through history
Known only to the bones of dirt,
Grist for only grandeur's mirth.
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