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My thirst made discoveries in the sky today. Blue and white they were. Acup and saucer, dot-dash-like steamerupting theflight of minuscu..
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My skin quivered 'gainst the glass pane;snatched outdoors scentedby past pleasures.Memories ofPaco Rabanne applied bya manwhosehand triednot to trembl..
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There was I sat on a step -the creaky neighbour'neath the landingwhere sunshine shone goldonthewall or - cloudytears trickled the pain forshe - sat wo..
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we released fingers - slowly,splayed palmsblinked at reality,took steps a'pivotbrows rose, flickeringmiddle C to blatantblues strung'ponspruce lively ..
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Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder who truly looks Not merely scan..
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Other people's children - young minds unsmudged, small fingers, fidgety noses - some freckled, milk teeth missing, hair: fair to medium - straight, da..
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eyes resting, palms pulsatingtheir heartstrings trill, lips inhale,timpanic trembling twinedelegance in double timefour feet in unison, limbs divine,o..
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In the land of Luminosity each breath, each scene, sets at dusk rapt in the mantle of morrow's dawn ..
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What one sees and hears .after six hours on the helpline..
Whitescape avatar : Alex Pardi
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Time inhales,pauses, glances,smiles -welcomes mid-Summer madness.days dawn, lengthening -childrenhead over heeling asspace exhales, spot-lightingsweet..
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