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Feb 2022
She straightens her untamed hair with a carved ivory comb.
Fine teeth pluck through strands
a harps voice singing an arpeggio.
Wild horses run free grazing on shrubs and forbs in the distant plains.
In libation I pour my love
if only to fall softly on your shoulders.
Written by
noi
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