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Infinite treasure
By Corinthian
The rigid horizon
cradles her
angels
while the stone orchestra
that chooses her thoughts
Grieve ,
for those who have departed so young .
Red smell of torches in the eve
dying with the zephyr.roses
Glowing necklace around this
angels bed
like
pomegranate.light
and roseflower beams
The world
ended when he closed
his..
burgundy stone.eyes ~*
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Copyright 2011 Inara
Published on Wednesday, August 3, 2011.
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A former member wrote:
The more i am absorbed in your blue~hued world the more i see a whole picture. All are of you, each image as wounds penned to keep from holding them in. Release this polarity and plunder until it is done. Let us absorb it all, bear some weight for you. Beautiful, as all you do.
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