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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Pale Dance

Goddess put a curse
Between you and I;
Covered our flickering whispers
With music haunted in hunger.

A pale dance
As my soul dies.

Not beautiful, I.
A woman, stripped by day;

Feels no worship

            Caress her.


September 9, 2004

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