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Jul 2013
Sometimes I am petrified
at the mere mention of teeth
hinting injected infections, lies
it's a miracle when stones can walk
melt into a living creature
through revolving frames of mind
doors into the mystery mists
wisps of unknowable timeless destiny
Alexia
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