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Wednesday, February 13, 2019
self wooded acorn
in burl arms self wooded an acorn woden
gifted off to twilight
her sail soft
lining gone ways
left shimmered
his palace no forest
but dormant lava forge
a nest of bees making honey in woden's keep
kept sleep grifted griffins
dined on boiled puffin
no tooth pick but an axe of narwhale mind
hoisting sun north
over ocean grave long smile
to fire up waves moon wrought
or quell mens death lust
iron plants blood deep
dug for acorn beds
long favored her arbor ardour
under springs root-tongued
an egg thatched evening
zephyr breath maiden skip
cross flag stone
time hauled night flown
felled for rest quest
eyes self wink woke unbroken
7-30-17
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