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Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
One blinding bliss, one holy shroud, two binding prudent vows, we understand our other as knowledge does…
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk…
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet…
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of…