Beware the poet
Beware the poet
What lurks within?
Plaiting her hair
As it grows out of her breath
And now her fingertips
:- Doug.
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What if conversation were how we consciously evolve?
Beware the poet
What lurks within?
Plaiting her hair
As it grows out of her breath
And now her fingertips
:- Doug.
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