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Mar 2014
The sensation,
sensuous.
Incarnations ,
remember
us?

Carved on cave walls &
sung on birds beak
in gliding flight
from past
slingshot
through to the future,
falling into a deeper than seen river ,
of now
serpentine bodies ,
flex
tense,
flex our god/ess
muscles to learn & teach
of the
forgotten
apple of knowledge.

Carnal sin is
redemption.

The real question is..
*Who were the Snakes?
<3
Fah
Written by
Fah  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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