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Sep 2018
Iron Castle of Stars
night
perched herself
to
prune her
pitch black wings
the
edges cadet blue
thus
rub her
Tuscany beck
upon
the
iron castle of stars
what
shine through
Written by
Stu Harley
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   --- and Weeping willow
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