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Melting Point
In the midst of night up until twilight,
33rd degree masons
ward off
mercurial
frost giants & red dwarfs
Pen is mightier than sword,
forged from flame,
A cold hard steely eyed intensity
Heavenly,
Seraphim
think highly of their own
chain of command
33rd degree masons
ward off
mercurial
frost giants & red dwarfs
Pen is mightier than sword,
forged from flame,
A cold hard steely eyed intensity
Heavenly,
Seraphim
think highly of their own
chain of command
posited above the overly foreboding
thought up depths of hell
Saturday 16th December 2023 4:52 pm
Mason
The mason lays another brick,
Smooths fresh mortar with his trowel,
So that his clay will bind and stick,
So that his house will not fall down.
Tuesday 24th June 2014 7:27 am
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