Places
By agora
Places There are places in you mysterious as grain and air and honey places hidden from the passing world places witnessed only by a pilgrim such as I. There are places in you still as a calm pool then upheaving to the thrust of a pilgrim such as I. There are places in you full of the eternal taste of woman, tables set for the dusty darting tongue of a pilgrim such as I. There are places in you fit for the gift of hardened living flesh a warm and quivering offering from a pilgrim such as I. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 07:56 AM PST 0 • 16
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