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echoplex
echoplex 22 Mar 2016 Tag: Poetry

A dripping muse cemetery

I am blue, a dripping blue muse, thick and lonesomely blooded, ravenously open to shatter upon so soft a Sunday's rain.

kandice bush
kandice bush 03 Sep 2012 Tag: poetry

A holy crosses & little meditations.

the way the wind races feverishly thru the grass ~ the purity of this sacred ground ~ to sit silent beneath this veil ~ burning offerings

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