spicy turquoise layers
delicately unpeeled
night-time reverie
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to love, is to ride a tiger. you have no choice once you get on to him. if you decide to get off, he will kill you. if you choose to ride on, well...hang on to your hat..this is gonna be one HELLUVA ride !!! woo hoooooooooo !!! :))
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Each line of the poem introduces a new thought in progressive layers, connecting each other by a single turquoise thread, almost.
lovely J'esque --
I had missed (till now) the fact you're keeping a blog!
glad I'm catching up with it.
w/ ghee-rife warm wishes,
d.i.
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