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May 2017
Into the Zambian Amythist
I glare,
with
pale blue eyes
And watch him
fall,
all around me
Pieces of nothing,
in purple thoughts
Sounds of imagined whispers,
trapped in quartz shimmers
in a
dusk,
never dreamt
Some lover
imagined,
never held,
Pieces of nothing,
in purple thoughts.....
Gidgette
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Gidgette  UnReality
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