Tag: souls
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Torch circuit for souls
Always an addictive admix tincture scans thin to its needled needer. Tomorrow’s half fixity needily stalks what I am half picturing. Neither Deceiver nor too-credulous believer be. Levered threes. I cannot leave her be. My weed is full of seeds and frog dyed. Fox-slight frock-tight moon talks too tidily, leans into me Orions chews me;…
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Shedding my shell
I am crying now but I choke back tears, there is nothing so queer As shedding salt for what was through my own inaction not got What is for you perhaps never passes you by But I have watched so many things going by, and in such hurry That they became blurry in my sight,…
Alchemisland 