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 Jun 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
I drempt that I flew
And then I knew I'd die young
Above emerald seas I did soar
Salt

I dream and I slither
Among razor obsidian
And on the ash I feast
I am alone
Watching sun slip
Scarlet fury splitting
Old & cyclic
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