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They spoke only to him, the fireman,
these three freckles, -
Their love was formed on stormy seas,
each crest obscuring what they saw -
Caressing mountain mists he glided through time
awakening wildflowers from starry slumber -
The night was dark and moonless, the air tinged with hopelessness,
and that is when they appeared, -
The Tinmaker’s eyes were dim for a long while after the goddess disappeared.
As Jane held the Tinmaker, she sensed his unease, -
He had fashioned himself tin objects
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by Freed by Mercy 26 lines, 6 comments, on May 30 12:27 AM. In parable
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When cat’s not there
the rats are in the corn -
Evidence consumes me The frustration within me counts twice as much as it did before
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Were all of the heads on Easter Island made of stone?
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Oh! What a convoluted web that I do spin!
That weaves around my selfishness, and all my worldly whimsby Artemis Gem 13 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 14 2:31 PM 2007. In drawn from personal experience, other, life, parable
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