
Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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One Single Impression #164 ~ Shackles
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Slender moonlight
Mocks
This darkened prison
I kneel
Low
Always a gypsy,
Always destitute,
Frozen
Waiting...
Tortured forms
Wrought in stained glass
Loom
Like fiery dust
...Ancient dust
Dancing
Casting
Shackles on my face
And a lilac mystery in my mind
I moan
Pained by
This stub of fate
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