Tag Archives: April

Hecate

She & her lover dance down to a point, he is only a fraction, how they have to keep carrying over, lines appear over her head her three-fold face old then young then young-old, why does this keep happening

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Sticks

What I want to say in a very few words is beautiful, don’t stop at just getting it wrong, bent sticks in the river sticks in my craw, the sound light makes if you listen

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