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Dec 2013
who's reflection is this i see
staring back at me....
*forged in the flames of adversity
whispering ink leaking past blots
scarlet threads woven intricately
through portals of  complicity
machinations of another time and place
laced within roots of strangling tendrils
mutated pretty posies succumb to history
dancing round the fire of life's indignities
Frieda P
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Frieda P
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