Witches

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Courtney Swain - Pop

Witches

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I walk through the city gazing up at towers How much cobblestone can I cram into a letter? How little we knew that a pinky promise withers Words ache of arthritis Niceties no longer remembered You float through the chimney Sullied by no ashes Soot won't even touch your righteous golden splendor Blame sinks in cold water, grasping for an iceberg Long broken off from home A glacier of old paper And the shelf is bowing from the weight Of generously drеssed words that push away And back when we wеre two witches in the basement We had no nubby fingers to point

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Credits

Writers
  • Courtney Swain
  • Tim Doherty