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Drogue
She is a broken rainbow cloud when we need
something dead to make her feel alive,
like a guilty pleasure on an uneventful night;
a drug for the ground beneath her feet.
She will love the gift that she doesn't want,
'cause its a flying pill, trapped inside a throne casket.
and when it makes her feel guilty, alive or unbroken,
it has served its purpose for her majesty.
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