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Oct 2012
bristle cone pine, a wine-stained, burgundy -
conniption of green fires, yellow tinged. sunset.
a fresh net of spun gold, roasting fecundity -
a bristling of midnight at day's end, thundering.
a harangue of unyielding pattern
her hair down; now as always... conquering -

all of me.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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