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"Feathers on the trail"

Jan 15, 2023
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her soft, angelic lips;

the ones that speak of truth

and old world

tongues...


precious eyes

like a fairy child,

waiting to devour

at midnight hunger...


she dwells amongst

the secret abode

of lost lands;


for whom will give rein

to the wraths of her bountiful love?

only the feathers

on the trail

know..


~



 
 

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