Crystal Korzinsky Chambers Biography

Bringing a penumbra on white
like trees on winter snow
my shadow lends the nature
not physical, but seen
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There is a veil I can now see,
It blinds my way
To the place
My heart lies in.
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Mercy, how heaven holds the hopeful at bay
Granting entrance to warblers with pending invitation.
Though holders are less worthy than most;
The golden aura bathes their sins in blinding
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drowned in a pool of violet
the windows pour forth invisible echos
the leaking panes - my decrepit house-
leaking against a flooding ocean.
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Contrary, this mark I make
To write is error, I bid -
Mistake! Keeping on hand a
Feeling, neigh? Give others
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