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By aiwaz

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cleopatra has blessed us tender face flower heart do you burn like coal buried in sand or do we plant our fire orange flower on rocky ashen land impossible power flower face here we grow our future in heiroglyphs two cups full or one cup shattered spilling, spilling royal blessings what the queen giveth the queen can taketh away.... a black asp smiles as they approach in the temple of the cat one starving bull feasts on one fat calf a scorpion dances on the grave of kings here we lie blessed trembling in fever our redemption stings here we will grow, here we will wither a dark cloud rolls perhaps a change in weather... Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 03:23 PM PST   0 • 10

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