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Write about a day of “ow”

I am always so proud to glimpse the mystery. The pick-up of vowels and mouths that speak sideways or hidden unbidden owls swooping out and out and down slice branches and loud romances and not everyone says what they mean.

But some spit truth because to not is to drown it’s among these I’m found And I’ll fold soft

and pliant if you let the words wander through the crowd of your teeth, let them find their relief, it is safe I won’t bleed I am thick

with courage. I stand open and frownless to the blade of your truth. Besides, you can’t hide do not forget I am

Sayer of Sooth.



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Poet and Tarot Reader, specializing in Water Cartography
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