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The Masonic Underling & the 33 degree (Haiku) by horus8

The wheel of fifths stiffs me again, as your climax keeps the slow burn ward I was just nothing but your book collector then. So, still am i now I love you alone. Keeping our secret letters Sagittarius. To be under you for all of that which is not. Eternally yours

royalflesh 24-Sep-02/10:45 PM
in another life I think I was your bathroom mirror...a little dirty but looking at you straight in the eye...telling you (me) something (someone) was waiting...as close as the front door. Ready to either step in - or out. But never to be forgotten. Its these memories (dividing lines) between the face in the mirror and the lingering presence of those passing before (or behind) that quickly flash (distract) before our eyes. In the bathroom's slightly tinted yellow light look back at yourself and let it look a little longer before you step out to see who might be knocking....next in line.




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