Her Hateful Glare 🌧️

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Those pursing red lips
Her strong discontent
Soft aerial walking clouds
Maleficent’s wings spent.
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A world of pure reason
When mine is all rhyme
Blurs up the seasons
Like hopeless divine.
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My hate-able being
Attempts to play nice
But all it can muster
Plagued lonely device.
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So change now ill season
From cold sickened ruin
For warmer cheeks to turn
Mutiny to treason.
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