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Wired Goddess

    Taos Studio Photos Poetry Trombone Class Miscellaneous

 

 

 

air

black

blackest air

warm night

queenly

somehow

you

in the lounger

three moths

batting our candle

I

waiting

your answer

your mouth

opening

gold crown

glinting

briefly

then

soft black

word

in the air

pulsing

all directions

light

yes

 

 

 

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