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Forehead Of The Rose

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Despite the open window in the room of long absence, the odor of the rose is still linked with the
breath that was there. Once again we are without previous experience, newcomers, in love. The
rose! The field of its ways would dispel even the effrontery of death. No grating stands in the way.
Desire is alive, an ache in our vaporous foreheads.

One who walks the earth in its rains has nothing to fear from the thorn in places either finished or
unfriendly. But if he stops to commune with himself, woe! Pierced to the quick, he suddenly flies to
ashes, an archer reclaimed by beauty.
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what bs to keep running videos while you're tryinf to read something! What
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Michael Gale 08 November 2006
This is genuinely a real talented poetic professional master on the list of the listed masters. God bless all poets-MJG.
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