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Mostly Angels now-a-days
Saturday, March 26, 2005
She sprung from the flames
Like a new creature
Sweet with fresh hunger
Arrived in her animal glory.
Or did I see what I wished
Drawing new beauty for her
From my own desire
complete in herself
Without my help?
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Rites of spring
She sprung from the flames
Like a new creature
Sweet with fresh hunger
Arrived in her animal glory.
Or did I see what I wished
Drawing new beauty for her
From my own desire
complete in herself
Without my help?
Labels: firewalking, poem
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I'm also posting Photos with Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/symbol/
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