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Glosa composed of Loose Sapphics
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Glosa composed of Loose Sapphic Stanzas
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You call on the old light that stays on the brow,
not descending to the mouth or the heart of man. -
This is not a moustache
Oh no, kind sir -
It frightens me to feel
The latches coming loose -
You are the Madman Toreador of my paranoid dreams,
splashing vivid colors against the subconscious landscape, -
by Corvus Corone 13 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 21 4:53 PM 2008. In Art, Assignment, Dedication, Dali, Acrostic
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