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Trinket of Time
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
We lit up the skywith our humming electric hearts leaving sunbeams in our wake... There is a poem attempting to emerge inside. I've got ideas of Hermes or some archangel, though the latter seems a bit heavier than what I need for some reason. A pot of unformed words slowly bubbling. |
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Keeper of Bees
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