A Goldfish In A Rain Puddle
where is my whirlpool angel with rose pedal wings
with the magic to turn sticks into daisys
and stones into jewels
i torture my soul to shelter the world pure inside my heart
i have no body to imprison me
wind up memory machines and sorrow clocks
from the arms of terpentine ghosts i am free
where are you my love
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Armbrecht
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