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Edgar Whitman Wilde
Poems
Sep 2012
The Poet
I dream only beautiful nightmares where black flowers ******
With the arrival of always and grow everywhere
Lifting aloft their jet colored leaves to a blue and purple sun
Which leaves me fraught with glorious purpose
Still I am nothing much, just something different
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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