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gypsy hand
Too brite days midnights that refuse to abide dark and secret as empty phrases chant to fairytale Moons I tell myself This is no ordinary room This is no fleeting flittering life This is a magical passageway sparkling like mica, like miracles
Crone's gnarled fingers, playing to spite agony simulate touch beyond ache Too brite cell, crouched scarred shadow I cast silhouette of metamagic gypsy hand offering
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You are invited to help to form what we continue to become:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/seerseeker/
gypsy hand
Too brite days
midnights that refuse to
abide dark and secret
as empty phrases chant
to fairytale Moons
I tell myself
This is no ordinary room
This is no fleeting flittering life
This is a magical passageway
sparkling like mica, like miracles
Quiet traces
luminous impression
a trailing kite tail binds
silent whimpers, sojourning whispers,
tears shining behind mime smiles
Crone's gnarled fingers, playing
to spite agony
simulate touch
beyond ache
Too brite cell,
crouched scarred shadow
I cast silhouette of metamagic gypsy
hand
offering
Laurie Corzett - libramoon42@mindspring.com
http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com
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