The Past, the Present, the Future
"Dialogue of lovers unaware" "The fire is never marked by the smoothness" kept repeating softly.
"No, the fire is not. The fire flaming flare prefers in its eternal becoming, choking the throat and forcing your soul to worship, eating your heart and consume your Psyche lapse as long as your body does not fall helpless. "
"You speak well, speak like a lady. But I wanted only mean that the fire could not accommodate itself to the smoothness, or the sea can not be flat, and I would not have the depth of your eyes yearn for so long. Nothing romantic, simple observations.
"You talk too well, a man disguised as a child. You let me just say that, after all, every rose has its thorn. "
August 25, 2007, at 1:46
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