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May 06, 2010
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The Summer Rose
The Summer Rose
Kneads the dawns yellow knife
to shape its needs
Its winsome roots call the clouds
to its sleep song
Amongst the miry reeds
To kiss the snakes jeweled eye
As it dozes beneath
St. Gabriels stare
And the shadows
Of his taloned feet
Kneads the dawns yellow knife
to shape its needs
Its winsome roots call the clouds
to its sleep song
Amongst the miry reeds
To kiss the snakes jeweled eye
As it dozes beneath
St. Gabriels stare
And the shadows
Of his taloned feet
— club special, May 06, 2010
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Critiques
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
Gorgeous take on a *summer
club special
16 years 1 month ago
The last part is strange but
club special
16 years ago
Shadowy
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Brian
club special
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks for the five stars, I