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S K A R L E T T H E A R T Z

deadletter box full of winter beat
its the slush and this steam heat

light this candle black as night
and a drop of blood from a finger
sweet

in the mirror you wait to meet
sit deathly quiet for a sign
the stranger from the other side

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The red of Christmas,
the white of snow,
the blood the winding sheet,
the icy mirror reflecting you,
you meet.

Happy sweet fingered Christmas Steven in the wilds,
Ann in Norway's ever-falling snow with love.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

I was thinking of the old days
past the commercialism moments
although this season went well for me

how it is though with all the spirit stuff
still about...the old myths and beliefs

Along with christmas proper of course!!

Thank You

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