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Nov 2017
This floral world
surrounds
her blackened wings.
Thorns hover, blood-stained,
above ashen lips...
they taste the sting.
The flight of myriad starlights
shows the way
for the final plunge
to the lonely tomb.
The creature is revealed...
it has arrived.
She has found us.
She has come home.
Michael Briefs
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Michael Briefs  55/M/Littleton, CO
(55/M/Littleton, CO)   
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