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The lady in violet waits by Arab candle light for the sounding of twenty-one silver bells. Seven white divisions led by four black stars. Her stories feed the drowsy like a stoppered angel in the axe-man's hands.
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
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The lady in violet waits by Arab candle light for the sounding of twenty-one silver bells. Seven white divisions led by four black stars. Her stories feed the drowsy like a stoppered angel in the axe-man's hands.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
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