Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Wishes Of The Lighthouse Comments

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In these last hours while the flowers enfold, or in fact
They die into new bodies by morning,
You lay down with him, though tell me that you love me:
You’ve had two children from his loins fitted like fireworks
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