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Story"… that by believing you may have life in His name." Rhiannonw610 years 7 months ago
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Chess

her breathing melding with the ether...
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Opacity of Glass

and in the orangery remained a phantom of the past...
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The Poetry of Porcelain

He could tell by its style...the shade of the clay – trace its origin, its artist...
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Sara Orange-Tip Was Here

Like a warm, sleepy southern drawl dawn arrives; wafted here by a primrose wind white-winged, she stutters in.

Doppelganger (Poetry Monthly)

I have to agree with you. Could be your double, and I should know

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