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F.X. MacKenzie You shapeshift as always and I try to follow mesmerized by your thousand faces Your twisted gazelle horns are a beautiful turn-on black and white variegations like striations of rock layers and you are hard too, my love brutal as religion and twice as addictive I set out to climb those shining cliffs of your mind knowing no one else will catch me if I lose my grip and I am already falling © Copyright 2002, 2003, 2004 by F.X. MacKenzie |