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Who to hear? Whotoask why? When her head tiltedbetween earth and sky. The wilted wretch breathlesslyrolled her die towardsthegleam of the setting sun...
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If all my life I have beendestined to walk this path, thenI am destined to becomeit. From the early morningspring, to the late of wintersnight, with m..
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To bea rhyme for thetime as it's meant. Just likethe blink of an eye, or the bitsbetweenwhere thelight that shone, wasonce a gleam. Yes, perhapslong f..
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How far we've come, since those early days.When we sat beneath the stars, and thebreeze fell on my shoulder like moonbeamsin the dark. But this was ou..
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I walked the path under an asphalt sky. Myhead lifted to the stars. The intangiblelight creosoted my way -again..Which was not quite right. Black nigh..
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Afloat the grey edges ofanelongatedmystery.Lingering toone side, whitefaced,foldedandcrouched. Beneaththefineextrusion, a darksidespeaks. Returnto sen..
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AlwaysI've been sathere. Stillin thegrass, to breathethescentofflowers,and seethedew setbeforesunrise,still, asthenight, hungrycame toembracethem all...
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A ship sails on thehorizon. Empty vessel.First a dot, and thena blot, until it emergedlike coal in the amber sky.Sails floating againstthe wind. Black..
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Be still now, and tellme can you hear it? There, inthe silence. The soundof their feet, like ghosts tapping,their hands dancing andclapping. We though..
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Look! A shadow thatmoves in light. Perhaps it's acreature of the night?I saw it, just now! I did for it wasthere! It came in through thewindow, then r..
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