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By thepawn
chasing a dusty paper trail whence two tatter-winged doves fell into a pit and stoked by their own zealous fires emerged two char-black ravens fancying themselves the phoenix died as two, reborn as one a crimson eye held in the other's esteem refused to see the indifference of the world one wing apiece they clung to one another talons would tear out each other's heart dare they choose to fall apart and fall back to the earth drink the blood and sap the strength rob each other to make a gift a paper valentine take it to show the sun watch it fade cherish it until it falls apart Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 12:48 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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