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Mold Dreams

An orb of lichen moss
That consumes your sleeping form:
It grows in the dark

It feeds on me.


You challenge my divinity
because the ephemeral memory
(Of your knee shaking smile)


It feeds on me.

Posted by Alissa McCourt on November 21, 2007 7:58 AM |

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