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  • naga.moon
    Jun 1, 2006
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      Drenched



      I am seared like bacon
      on the notes of birds, tossed
      into the pan of the morning.

      Clouds attack me with color. 
      The sun's lips cover me
      and I turn into a bee,
      pollen hungry, drenched
      in hallucinations of flowers.



      naga.moon.rai