Labradorite Poems - Poems about Labradorite

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......

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...the Sky, the whorly colour of an unknown stone... ...sliced free or from its sibling side. The stone unknown, itself plucked free or from it’s sibling soil, its Earth. The stone was not a s......

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