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By jackryhme Date: 2002 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.26.01.09.32276]] |
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fingers clash in earthen wind discordant rainbow of living sound staccato of heels follow smooth the grace of the all father spins her slow in place this image that haunts me now blend of swirlin skirts over lay these of deer skin make one fel movement will caress the moon the next breathes fire to my aching soul caught now in this hell i create with a dream that can never be this call of nature with the excitement of the tamed in one highly stylized in the next wild and free perfect blend to rip one apart ah but in the ripping that's where true love lies... |