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I have drempt: Lucidly, she dyes the edges clay-colored   Eyeing eye she aligns her body with the North Star She shivers without notice         Ocher eyes alive she speaks in new forms of divination And the weather is in her palm Trick of light    trick of eye Her sigh awakens 9 Ravens      without thought             She is     Caught in the spider web          Spun Autumnal ghost Beneath Harvest moon     swoons at the bark of the dire wolf Without care making eye contact Running fingers through the silver fur   Paying close attention to scars Letting him drink From lips of pink The milk of first-kiss And leads him home   To a palace of bone Humming tunes that only dogs know Her head is light on his chest She listens to his heart beat Beating Eagles wing In time In rhyme A tune Of runes Smooth Aquarius Flowing through the toes Of purple mountains Spilling waterfalls and Filling frigid Black pools rimmed By moss caked stone Leaves scarlet, and hay colored Float aimlessly on the surface of her Peaked Ears Stung and bit of wind She listens whole body tensed bow string face    Sun stained ethereal Enamored swimming in the aphotic Lake of his soul He plays the dulcimer of shadow Next to fire & the light of her blossom exposing Waterfall flow Through snow mountains Piqued His attention When she dances languid To Forgetten tunes that only the owl knows **** she dances star soaked Scarlet tulips pressed Fill every page of her mind Preserved eternal
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Dye
I have drempt: Lucidly, she dyes the edges clay-colored   Eyeing eye she aligns her body with the North Star She shivers without notice         Ocher eyes alive she speaks in new forms of divination And the weather is in her palm Trick of light    trick of eye Her sigh awakens 9 Ravens      without thought             She is     Caught in the spider web          Spun Autumnal ghost Beneath Harvest moon     swoons at the bark of the dire wolf Without care making eye contact Running fingers through the silver fur   Paying close attention to scars Letting him drink From lips of pink The milk of first-kiss And leads him home   To a palace of bone Humming tunes that only dogs know Her head is light on his chest She listens to his heart beat Beating Eagles wing In time In rhyme A tune Of runes Smooth Aquarius Flowing through the toes Of purple mountains Spilling waterfalls and Filling frigid Black pools rimmed By moss caked stone Leaves scarlet, and hay colored Float aimlessly on the surface of her Peaked Ears Stung and bit of wind She listens whole body tensed bow string face    Sun stained ethereal Enamored swimming in the aphotic Lake of his soul He plays the dulcimer of shadow Next to fire & the light of her blossom exposing Waterfall flow Through snow mountains Piqued His attention When she dances languid To Forgetten tunes that only the owl knows **** she dances star soaked Scarlet tulips pressed Fill every page of her mind Preserved eternal
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Equatorial Guinean
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
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