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The Red Stairs
Things I needed
and somethings come together
into things amassed as
recollected urn.
And an open door.
The glass enclosed
with flower finish
sun drawn drapery.
Where quietness of mind
of vented movement
brought wavering
from night
unto these red stairs.
and somethings come together
into things amassed as
recollected urn.
And an open door.
The glass enclosed
with flower finish
sun drawn drapery.
Where quietness of mind
of vented movement
brought wavering
from night
unto these red stairs.
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The Red Stairs
The Red Stairs