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Greek Tragedy#1 (Haiku) by Mr Pig

Aeolus sighs, Icarus laughs at fallen skylarks, Wooden seahorses drown.

Nanshe 25-Feb-03/3:06 PM
Because you are a font, and oracle, a connection to their lost, balanced divinity; you are a seductress and a nurturer and they would have to lay down their arms to lie in your arms. Their desire for you weakens and maddens them. The young ones see it and tease; the older ones are deliberately ogres to frighten and dominate through this fearful casting.




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