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When a Cactus Dreams
 
(a little abstract)

Lift the lid and turn the key
To cycle through the gears
Hang a cross above the door
And pray salvation nears

Early moon sings omens to
The druids made of glass
Rain of softened bullets
Fills the pews for nightly mass

Oil based will saturate when
Spooned up from the bowl
Muddy dog paws dance on down
To curl beside my soul

By roseofautumn

© 2008 roseofautumn (All rights reserved)

 

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