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| Death of a Rose |
The movement of her lips is a primary war engagement. She curls a response that makes me stagger against the wall of unreasoning. She licks an assault of my willingness, and spreads the smile of deepening want. The fire of her passage is the heart of my release, in a relaxed moment another skin belongs to the depth of our patchwork. Such is our exchange, a sun in relief; a night of replenishment. Our world is of the night, sounds of simple elegance and beauty. We save our emotions in the fragrances we have strewn, playing and rejoicing in the speed of these patterns. The solidarity of her dispersal, the seclusion of her simplicity. The strength of my love shall keep your paintbrush in this sunset. |
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| love & hate | for her... | 041020 |
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| unhinged |
playing_along_ii i couldn't sleep last night for thinking of her |
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