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By nothing Date: 2002 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.03.01.24.5809]] |
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turn so slow caught within timelessness lovely this rose enough to take ones breath in more ways than one a sparkling ruby of scent cavortes in this air teasing one to its death impaled upon thorns desires so like a web with carcases hung beneath so with this rose with still twitching forms impaled precise pearcing of each its beating warm heart grandur has a visage this image of a rose as i take my place to feed this beauty with my love |