Alyce Crowley

Absinthe

She's pale like death or moonstars...
I wonder if she was born of dark or light?
They call her Winter...
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  • Isaac Helms (5/16/2006 8:04:00 AM)

    nice poem. do you mean absinthe as in the alcahol or the hallicination of reality
    Later...
    Isaac

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