Smoking Emerald Poem by M. Scott Cooper
Smoking Emerald
moving mouths and fleeting feelings
falling faintly to the floor
not a whisper, nor a whisper
has broken such silence before
though rulers once upon the stars
have cursed your ways and cursed their scars
for having twisted, rolling
writhing naked on the floor
though none could stop them
pain it brought them
this and nothing more
not a whisper, not a whisper
has broken such silence before
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