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Submitted by orgami on 17 July 2007 - 11:13pm.
flicker of the wick
the wicked wind
tilts the gnarled finger of branchs
to rasp upon the back wall
we did our best
with kiss’s and midnight flesh
silvered chalice
my turned card
Page of swords
less is more
and candles burned on
as rain hurtled down the
roof
and thundered on the
August grounds
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