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Post by Steve on Sept 21, 2005 2:11:09 GMT -5
poppie fields) blossom in burning bursts of wildfire- stamen tongues beg with dew breath fragrant eyes to be plucked held in between fingers lifted close to spreading smiling lips [a cool velvet curtain of theatre revealing holy cast in rows draped white]- (two bodies laying still as shadows in
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