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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required With all the new ones returned from eternity, a cohort of bewitched fates, we'll long through the spell of forgetting, the tiny ones with giants' shades, sad avatars with grins of joy, the graveyards blooming bright, mountains with a view toward the sea from inverted mirror's sight, the many words gone silent, the mute ones crying out in spectral echoes to bring us memory from the future past, just for a day white-as-the-night, a necklace made of crystal tears, the summer wise insane for the first eternal time, from peak-abyss, a flood of drought, asthenic evening electric, maidenhood's path-wise, floating burden of your mind heavy as smoke, from a spring buried in August that was forgotten-remembered, like before that winter wise demented in my mind burning with astral ice, temperature without degree, curvature without angle, a sacred parody of healing sickness, appendix yellow-violet of autumn living-dead, of your hysterical zen leaf that dances ritual on the dead branch full of sap... Pun hard as water, vapor made of stone, fog curly-smooth, amor of alchemical longing, magic council of pithecanthrope illuminated priests, sweet pain from priceless wealth, dowry stolen by fairies, story-truth, of her hair's arrow-crests, with cursed grace, but causeless gift, my nocturnal spark diurnal, with you-phantom, alone in crowds, on a sky of earth with private-public stars, in total part, to me and you and no one, the eye-full fate blind-seeing in cubes of hot ice baked-raw like burnt honey, of your mute desire for whispers like thunder in the fullness of silence...
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