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Three Line Lunch: At Mystique’s End
a fitful diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 396
At Mystique’s End
I drew a lovely veil over my eyes.
I will not curse the veil.
But I pull it aside and praise clear sight.
At Mystique’s End
I drew a lovely veil over my eyes.
I will not curse the veil.
But I pull it aside and praise clear sight.