Confession
blind old flower
here like me
thinks for two
passing poetry as fresh
naked magic
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1 comment:
mmm... fresh naked magic! is that why the muse comes in the middle of the night and commands you take your bare arse to the kitchen to write it down before dreams obscure it?
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