(idea) by bunkey Sat Nov 13 1999 at 9:28:43
imagine her at the ivories
hands poised,
to shatter their hearts
her hair lays low, yet, about her,
the wisps playing
like familiars, apt to do her bidding.
eventually, they will remember themselves...
until then, they are here
hers to wax, wane ,and mold...
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