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Raven waves tumbling down her spine Reclined Gold touches her pulse points Gleaming Feathers dance to cool her body Scented Attended by oiled dark slaves Kneeling The walls show me this history Antiquated Turning to the next heiroglyph Hearing Echoes of silence enshrouded time entry for "The Writer's Cramp" 10/10/18 |