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Feb 2016
When you close your eyes, restless dreamer,
what do you see?
A dusty blossom, a crown of feathers, claws reaching?
Do you hear music? Whispers? Darkness?
Pulvis et umbra sumus, my dear.
We are ravens in flight, the arrow chasing our wings,
reaching towards slumber.
We sleep, but do not rest.
Grey
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Grey  22/Genderqueer
(22/Genderqueer)   
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   Martin Lethe and Rapunzoll
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