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Gray
K.C. Collins Do not deny me this my savage dance with darkness I crave no other company save catharsis in this garden of granite and bones stark jagged blackened cedar godstruck windblasted looming over stonesealed martyrs deeper I drift beyond the fringe where roses grow on lovers' graves and solemn eyes keep vigil waiting.... © Copyright 1999, 2003, 2004, 2011 by K.C. Collins |