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Musings on an Equinoctial Stroll

A Poem by S

Fire licks the sky with its blazing tongue--leaving no smoky tails to slither--its taste buds luxuriating in the windthat funnels around, twisting and..

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A Poem by S

my muse has left, gone;my mind blank like that of a fawn...why this happened, I know notin my life's story, which has no plot...this poem, reminiscent..

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A Poem by S

Written in pjs on the back of a library receipt whilst spacing out the window in broad daylight.

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