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for dark solstice

By aiwaz

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he writes his poetry in deep words in the sands to be washed away with the ocean tide hands he carves idols from his firewood cooks his meat with his genius mind i saw watemelons roll onto yr beach on a day my mind like black coffee brewed the bitter grounds mixed with ocean sugar and sweetened this spartan food. let us burn more words warm yr soul by yr fire the smoke will rise to rescuers eyes on a dark solstice spire. Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 07:06 AM PST   0 • 10

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