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dream nomad i wandering from shanty to open field and fews fallen scratch thorned under new moon drawing sanguine letters scarlet at sometime east of west wrap my scarf facewound tight against the dust with ragbound feet ribbonfingered give me leather give me rust shield-eyes to gritstorm dust i have resumed keeping faith a wayward son of Sovereignty her one hand rising burdened in the mists a lovers' wraith we vie for her kiss by giving sacrifice hands tossed to flame
What an adventure…
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The mind does strange things at times.
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It sure does…
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