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Her ocean blue, the submerged star, and 5 AM.A Poem by philliewigSwimming to the bottom of an infinitesimal ocean of blue and green and white and light, three, maybe four drain spouts (positioned at regular metered .. |
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a curious warm feeling, that warmth for youA Poem by philliewigLove stories don't really existAt least, not howWe were told they would be like.A shimmering veil, ofFine silk, gossamer wing of angels and theInspire.. |
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VIIA Poem by philliewigFaintly distant, these cold eyes growing in the sunset of the dawning midnight;Changing colour hue shape form and spirit in chameleonesque fashions,As.. |
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