waterfalls run high beneath my bridge unwill the simple overture the throes of being formed i simply accept the new layers of moss i steal from the muddy creeks and know the bloodline came in with the moonbeam cracked and huddled and of the ivory pearl mother whose breath sails under the boat filmed from a height to remember regarding the horn that brings spirits home under the tendrils and past the moray eel throw down your anchor before we ward off goodness. copyright (c) 1998 by Chris McCoolBirth sign: Not entered
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