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Tin Man

The tin Man Bows to the moon. Millions of tiny lights, Pierce a deep purple silence, A pale blue deity rings Each celestial body, Wild horses, white wings, Race infinity. Shooting stars, sparklers. In the night. Sanguine, resplendent. Glimpse the universe. Imperturbable. Surrender, Dreamtime

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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