giving and not receiving floored in lundia years useless peers & carrying a broken tank on less than empty The Raven drops a gift of pearl-words from untouched scales The golden light in my Winter's eye, just to the right of me. My new delish gold is a white Pristine Place In a Clear frame. Untouchable - but scratched. The New Dawn - just glistening in the cold background of Ugly Blue - calming or poisonous? The latter. And my midnight chatter which turns to medicinal sauerkraut through fermented words n wine
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