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Mystical Strains

You are so complex, so twisted beautiful, I suppose. You are everything I am not also something I should not have. I can hear your voice murmuring in the monsoons. I see you sway the coconut trees, whipping the night sky. I lift my fuchsia sari and dance in the moist fresh earth. Play no music speak no words. Your face greets my misty eyes. You are everything I am not also something I should not have.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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