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Human Dust by Beth K HannahSeven times the sunset
That complete's the dreamscape
Scapegoat of summer
Pushing through tines
Fork lifting
Humming like lightning
Patterns of webs
Stars
Painting in the sand
Once upon a wonderfall
Tis making it all again
Black leather breaking chains
With a flute or a nymph
Whichever is easier
Fascinating
Rivaling the dreary rain
Sllllllooooooooowwwwww Mooootttiiiiooonnn
Saturday
Pink stardust = me. 05/04/2003 Author's Note: I wish I could have a soapbox. And that Jack White was mine.
Posted on 05/05/2003 Copyright © 2026 Beth K Hannah
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