Monday, September 10, 2007

Arms Comments

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No swelling waves, but snakes, melodious and savage.
I shall dream a long time on the shore of this ebb
Gold rings, turned dark, proclaim that you have been enslaved.
I, would I by your knots be tied, never had fled.
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Michel Galiana
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