the darkest hour in a midst summers dream
lives sharpies that scared harpies n harps so sweet
they drag and tact through tracks of fears in me
with lights that are glowing photogenic stares of free
I enter through the fire woods and dance to the beat
the shimmering log cabin gathers near the sea
the fairies mount the mushrooms and pluck like strings
The waters breeze finds its way through debris of soft wings
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A-double scribble - A 19 th century euphemism for ass
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