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If eyes are the windows to the soul

It explains why they grow weaker as we age, especially without caring for them well / His soul was brown and veiled, seemingly deep, but lying in it’s emotions / Mine was bright and clear, but w…

There was a pen

I dipped it in, down into the dark well, where thoughts come from and feelings hide / In inky depths it came near to drowning, waiting for me to direct it’s movements / Guiding it carefully to p…

Beauty

Over the sweet grass wafted darkness that in spiraling eddies danced so nimbly / Across the sward, toward the tall, ivy festooned tower wherein rested beauty fair / Beauty rested, grew restless, awoke…

Baby

That was not all the badness, though surely it would have been enough. For the girl remembered other things. She wished she didn’t, but she did.

Fluttering Veil

Fluttering veil fell; tears slipped silently

Twists and turns ....

... of gray matter; fruttering, diseased, gray matter, wrinkled and oblivious / Oh how important it all is to those who love to wear pretty Evening clothes / Stand in circles, laugh verbosely, wrinkle…

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