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*Steamer rooms

Branded by the fire
the smoke entered
the room of love
where naked hearts
beat patina seconds

the walls wept with
rust and waves of
rivulets caressed
the cut where the
blade sought
dorsel dreams

and they met
while heaven drowned
and hell crept

the brands of light
falling like cries

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i could never ever
compose such a poem

loved

What a poem what a picture, what "innlevd"
inn-lived feeling of being there seeing
and smelling the fire's sparks.

Comme toujours c'est magnifique Steven.

Love Ann.

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

thank you all
I write for you
and write you

Your Poet Esker

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