‘blue on blue’ 3

'blue on blue' 3

blue plume her sacred instrument in the white, pure virgin light, seeks him to impregnate her, carries the quiver, the bow, to haft the arrow, “do not kiss the other, for you to be mine.” part 4 next… An evening out with Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry® © 2013.

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