sister psalmist
no longer cage-bound, this little bird soars.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
"I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway."
grievance
like a sapphire
compressed, polished
hoarded like a wyrm's cache
malice
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