salted beauty slips
to cheeks
saturating my dreams...
dampening your reality
cascading our hope
time...
space..
warmth..
between
that which
can only be
dis
cove
red
in mist
of prayers
whispered
along
darkened
light
wake me
in
morning.
somber.
sweetly...
E. Zora Knight
2005-11-10
72 HOURS
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spit poet....spit!
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