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her lips are rough,the moon lights a path in these wastes,she and I aflight on hooves,drumming on the apathetic earth,thunder rolling at a distance,th..
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for a magician most silent haunting my dreams
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the universe is a strange place,twisting out canyons,grinding out sounds,sparking a mem'ry,that laid quiet beneath,arose in sleep,as I motionless drea..
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frozen, a lament
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on being a bisexual female in modernity
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in the great library of my beloved magus
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pagan explanations for this brave new world
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