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..vulpinera...
drenched
a seasoned brocade
of sandy shorn terms
worn vestments
and dipped warm
chrome eschewed
through to the
terse brass
vineyard palette
on sardine gunwales
brackish mud
on iron anchored
ideals
drawn eye with
a least effort
like a white wing
on a pacific
notion
the pure cloth
of a dress
not comforting
the thigh
stretched in
an undulation
in sails of wind
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Comments
loved
Mon, 2014-01-13 11:03
Wonderful
except my failure to comprehend
as usual
u r
beyond the galaxy
where I alone dwell
isolated
loved
Roscoe Lane
Tue, 2014-01-14 03:25
Sounds,
Sounds like a beautiful painting, enjoyed reading. Regards Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.