"brimstone and red hoods"
By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
Sun, 30 Sep 2007
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as the wind spreads open
for me to walk through,
the eagle parts his wings and screams.
splintered voices echo
and cross the moon
as i tread ground mortal
onto the memory that
is a vein of silver and
mirrors of brimstone
and red hoods.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
26sept07
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