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� In the shadow of the sycamore she is here. A star strewn in every breath, in every flower, on The face of the moon ..

Far from my home next to you I hear Prophets talk. They say seek shelter, the fires are coming quickly east, But I..

� Love pays for its patronage in this providence- A high lord absconds with the eyes ..

� Cobwebs drip from the lips of newborn breaths. ..

� Midnight sits as a hollow iron tin upon a table. Ancient ivory caresses the point of no return. Weathered eyes can..

One way streets glow in a two way mirror. Life is a road not taken, life is an empty prayer. Life i..

The jester’s death The jester is dead weight. The sun shakes him loose. Over the falls of dawn he flies- Eve..

It is the nature of the breast to birth ago..

� Sometimes in you it was hard to find the right direction. After all so many hurricanes ..

In a glade summer sun streams through a verdant canopy Bathing the..