Suddenly honey and suddenly wine:
Towers and dungeons and eglantine.
Midnight and dawn and ever more
The site where our weapons
had stood before.
(c) 2001 "glo-po"
Tell me,
on the fin of the shark
of the little timewe give each other,how are you?Ask mebenumbed in a towerwith dreams of deathAnd fragments of desirehow am I?And tell me whyYou are such a strangeInconsummate prince,Reluctant to smolder.Neither violent nor tender
Then I'll tell youwhyI might haveloved you.(c) 2001 "glo-po"
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