all my abstract stuff
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Released from potter's wheel
my clandestine dream -
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Why do I not wander anymore?
...Depths stowed in niveous fist -
riot of mockingbirds
in condescending melody45 lines, 15 comments, on Aug 6 8:10 PM. In spiritual, personification, nature, contemporary, religion
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In pools forgotten,
flight bides its time -
Would you fly your flag, cleaving deep
into my bosom without regret, nor sentiment?
Would you watch my patterns bleed -
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Wings sense light's movement in:
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Your soft strings have long suffered pull
and you name me the misery... -
I dreamed
of Black Madonna and moon-spill
