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By Divian Submitted by koblo Date: 2003 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.01.04.27.5834]] |
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Existence is perfect - Sensual embracement conquers, When you close your eyes and drift to the darkness of mind, Your sublte mischeif pokes the slandering crux of fantasy, To which all else is closed,and i cry. Witty repartees dance in your gentle tunes, your whispers, Your lies. Black silk drapes the halve of your picture. Concealing the perfection of which is instinctively that of humanity. Placiduous theiving holds to my fingers as you lead me. I stand a coat, wine and rose. Where are you? -Perfection does not exist. |