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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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my mind hears the metal ghosts of wrenches in a garage of cotton fields windless as the bones that bathe in them bleach of ebony earth some country western singer would eat with his guitar by the tablespoon rich from the poor man's hands and mouth into the whine of wine and bread but then who prays at the pagan's communion ________________ dark |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
a marvelous red painting you describe hope the communion hears not the transgressions, but what really is.... Another amazing grace you present us with this morn.... Hugs Mr. twilight in the sky |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
a thought filled piece - I do love your mind thoughts -  SIf I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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sweetpoetess Member
since 2005-02-27
Posts 428Florida |
Interesting read. Poetry is beauty in words. |
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