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Melas Oneiros

Melas Oneiros by MELISSA COOK They tore my wings like zephyr -and I; I sat upon that one abstract oleander.. Disorientated between the cold air and a stale dream catcher; whos webs...

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Benighted Conscience

Benighted Conscience by MELISSA COOK To the sun, I apologize; for the moon, has my heart. Like the porcelain leaves 'neath you - I tumble. Vulnerable to each mask you gracefully drift my...