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		<description>Smudge of fire,  cold clouds of dawn  devour your flaming face;  you look like Mars in red defeat-  a woman whose last beams of scorn  shot down but never reached their mark.     No gazing lovers' eyes  were burned last night,  your web of stars' slight tremble  when I caught you; full and white  spying all who would admire the beauty  of your March's light, disguised by darkness-  when some unknown hour revealed  pure anger in your heart.     You tore tides wild, enraged,  your violence in unwary seas' blue veins,  yet now, I watch the mystery of your bloody face  ... more  </description>
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		<title>Spying on Twilight, Night and Dawn</title>
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		<description>    Finding myself  within a wrinkle  edging Twilight's eye,  I watched time's hidden grey revealed  in shapes that fell  where ending day  lay fading half-asleep   beneath her lidded  violet gaze.     Night's waiting well;  sun's surface burned to drink,  but depth kept darkness   cold in velvet's deep.  The murmuring thread  of Twilight's tongue  languidly drew up  well's bottom, black  filling her cupped hands of mist  with inky shadows,  rising wet to stain  her thirsty lips.     The peering sky  bent down to taste  her mouth, and all made dark  for lovers who must make  ... more  </description>
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