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Islands clipping the dove's tail
Symplegades
the canvas still wet
smells of nightmares
Waiting for the clashing islands to part
for the moment cliffs begin to separate
and ships slip quickly between
to safe harbors smelling of salty dreams
wings clipped
air still
no breath
only illusions in paint
wet still upon the canvas
' Thanks for the inivite. On the run for the next few day but I leave a small token of my appreciation.'
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