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In mind of summer fields and garments of liliesworn, stroking like gossamer andpressing pale, wan and tender andbringing blush to her cheeks like risi..
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This is an old work. Three years, to be exact.
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Give
my enemies common visage
And of my lovers the same body,
Without difference being equally expendable.
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Amber dunes
Sweet collisions of labyrinthine turns
Interlocked in the dual moons
Of your eyes, bittersweet spurns
Trimmed and laced with light.
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Let me make it fairly clear to you, reader of mine: my two greatest loves are (and respectively, were) art - and dead.
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My love story has a happy ending all of its own. Of course it’s happy – Lukas died happy (enough), and I killed him happily.
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When she began collecting it wasn't for the ideas of people. She liked the feel of them, the press of skin against skin and the sound of breaking bone..
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A motion picture is what our lives were like; a B-grademovie with the frames brushing by,but never really touching on us [like an on-screen lie].The p..
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Crystalline powder and aching bones, remedied hopes andForlorn memories, glances over the dusted frames of the pictures,Grasping at the haunting sound..
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