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50 Words For Poe: Inviolate

"50 Words for Poe: Inviolate" Inviolate I walk bare feet towards you unknown I contend to know you but I do not where is the mirror to hold up to a face on the other side of me you are merely speaking to a screen You are scrying ghost bees in the dark honeycomb sticky, tasted like braille eyes open but closed felt but lost in frail contention you fail to find me elusive true walking talking to a phantom soft self-serve a 2 minute instant hot continental cup-o-soup On the other side I cannot hear you you remain unseen Phantom walking towards me walk slow take your time I’m still lost in your fog while you throw your cursive curves, I am writing your story blindfolded wrapped tightly in violin strings of empathy Absolute. Intuitive. Frugal and Blue. No point in delivering without the glory who’s to know when finished by... could be by June, then again absent by - July. So August. So True. This is how a Work-in-Progress goes "Inviolate (1) - 50 Words for Poe" just for you (LadyLabyrinth/2019) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZSHr5E7fZY Kate Bush - "Pi" In Draft, “50 Words for Poe - Inviolate (1)”, LadyLabyrinth 2019 August/ noun. 8th month in the calendar year; adjective respected and impressive

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 10:10:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 10:08:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 10:06:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 10:03:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 10:02:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 10:00:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 9:57:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/17/2019 9:56:00 AM

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