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Maculates Poems - Poems about Maculates


A Methylated River Flows
...A methylated river flows Through the verdant hills It suffocates the pastures It maculates the mills Its waters burn and blister They torturously bend To Tartarus below They slavishly desce......

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Categories: maculates, death, river,
Form: Quatrain

Book: Reflection on the Important Things