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Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Myth

I’m seared, dirtied By hands, mouths Devouring Ingesting me from Root to stem The burn of Yearning, a flame Your obsession Mesmerizing So I’m a moth Dancing along Your fabric hem The light Thrusting deeply Into shadows The sigh Melancholy Stirring like Graveyard ghost With gossip And whispers Of... Sign in to see full entry.

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