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By sn0w Date: 2002 Dec 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.03.20.37.17019]] |
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the roots of mother nature twine 'round the wizard's trunk and pearls fall from the broken cord to seep and soak between the threads and folds while an arc of golden auburn fire twists within the fingers hold till shoulders push and flames, they scorch a peaking winter's breath December 2, 2002 (c)Snow |