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Tower of the Blue Horses

(after Franz Marc) Four of stained glass and stars all leftglance beyond ratio or air, thin as a tissue but strong as a pastel visa; fated curves guide your hand, voices drag you into mud and steal the day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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