Tilting to frosted glass,
The violet fills its petals
With dim, winter light.
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- Purpureus
- Purpurea
- Liposuction
- Ripples
- Dreamtime
- Introversion
- Exquisite
- Straining
- Running, Flying, Hopping, Jumping
- Sines
- Sapient
- Center of Gravity
- Rusht
- It's Too Time
- Scintilla
- Pressurefruit
- I wrote a longer entry, but I decided to cut it al...
- Something a little longer
- Grit
- Retractor
- Don't Answer
- Even the music has to go, sometimes...
- Not so much anybody as the feeling of anybody
- Too Late and Too Many Things
- Can you tell the season?
- More on Fear
- 7-10-5 and who cares about meter
- The Grandness
- Certain Success
- Some Day
- Found Weekend
- Something, at least, is converging
- Convergence?
- Slalom
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