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an icelandic papaver; the jeweller's heart. a froth of veins; the body part. a diamond hangs like poplar fruit. dew drop death; the bitter root. a tightened breath: the morbid frost. here they are left to rot. past winters freezing clutch: sear the stem, yet cold to the touch.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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an icelandic papaver; the jeweller's heart. a froth of veins; the body part. a diamond hangs like poplar fruit. dew drop death; the bitter root. a tightened breath: the morbid frost. here they are left to rot. past winters freezing clutch: sear the stem, yet cold to the touch.
one of my first works - a rambling of images and words that came to me in a day dream
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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