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Thursday, October 26, 2017
snake king
say you do not love me if you can,
Earth woman wrapped in warp speed leisure
as you dremel my stone facade to find the all father child
slide ravenous and winged as hermes
absconds to build the foundations of Music in our stead
atop one steed you and i ride off
inward into yawns of time most heaven kissed breeze
our kite trailing a lineage of good blood
ribboned with your eyes
snake king thru
air
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