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Thistledown with a broken wire
Sky turns violet in your desolate hair
The universe stirs teaspoons of dream
At a time
For the Time...time...time
Is only a passing bye
Ghostly customers in a cut glass crystal shoppe,
Who read a verse in form and flesh
Where red dragons and roses mesh,
Time to thresh those lavender mushrooms twine
In puffs of sultan jokes, smoky paradigms
Consuming threes or twos desire
Thistledown with a broken wire.




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-03-04 at 12:02

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