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Superstition (15 ratings) by Stephen W. Cote
Spirits painted in soft pastels
Sponged from flame, dabbed of smoke
Laboratory marigold perfume seeped in wax
A prayer intoned to guard weak souls
Long shadows creased in ember light
Tormented and tangled in gently whispered violence
Licks serenely kissing wind
Unspoken contemplations fueling healthy relief
The collapsible, portable meddle unfurled
Read silently in the luminance
Until the hard consonant is whispered
Keys to every secret useless, fossilized in the darkness
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