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You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
.

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Black Cap.

Black Cap

Total meltdown
one heart traded in to talk
freedom water
no fire left to burn
cauldron skinner
toes of sky
cloud near forest garden
winter fallen
shards of spear
stick mud clover
luck has two faces
comes in both
good and bad
long lost sold you
to the brave fortune left behind
a sack of damsels
mistreated stress lines
a cold misfortune
sick in bed
without eyes
fever curtains
brown toast shrieking
get me out
sweaty foreskin
legs of damper
curled and hurt
pillow casing
framed in blobs
darkness streaking
misty moon tine
please be able
to swim
dance in fountains
t-shirt designs
your eyes
like peacocks
feathers to my mind
sayer sister
picking holly
read my palm
by spitting
moon light
you may
queen mab
have my knife

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