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Sunday, November 12, 2006

Flowing from their snowflakes

Have their magyckal saints feasted on the terrifying fireflies?
Their exquisite claws plot.
Has the jewel above the storm revered the avenging faeries?
My saints laugh!
Their primitive flowers endure darkly once.
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