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Hello my guide, my ill-advised guide.
I see you on my shoulder,
wings bent and mocking a pearl’s features.
Do they gleam with motive or ill-intent
that pushes me towards the moving shadows
slippery devil
clash
into my mind
feels
delicious
naughty
of dangerous time
so, if I stay
with you
I might crave
a short walk
on the wild side
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The ancient cliché was literal. I was in the dust storm and the moon seemed tiny. 18 was the number and it seemed it would stay that way. 22 was the catch; I was ready for release.
