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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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there were those days of watercolor lucidity almost agonous weaving of knowing and learning when we were biblical in our sampling of forbidden and the residue that would mark us as mortal after on occasion we were alone in the darkness there just reaching under each other's precautions with our eyes open and hoping to see more of those places where sinsations sizzled wanton and then on the other side of our fountain of coins we were high noon obvious in our bold adventures nearly nude of consideration for the eyes that pry but our own were always closed, blindfolded prevention from what it was that made us weak enough for addictions when we displumed our tattooed gauzy causes and fleered in the face of the busy body god just to weave again our sighed for eyes armor from the dampened bamboo that grew within our wounds ______________ daark (do of sand) |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I am liking this sandy series. Alison |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms ali-san, thanks babe |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
"watercolor lucidity" how beautiful! And again the whole poem is spellbinding. Love, Margherita  |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thanx ms mar...you are a blessing as always |
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