Monday
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Saturday
Thus the gods fashioned her, delicate and ethereal as the mists of a summer's night and yet plump like a ripened fruit, light as a bird in spite of the fact that she carried a world of craving, light because of the play of forces is unified at the invisible center of a negative relationship in which she related to herself...
Regina and Felice - In repetition of Her
More than me
if i were with you
i would stay here
forever
i would need go nowhere
no mountain
would impress me
no culture
could interest me
more than yours
no touch could taunt me
more than yours
no look could make me at home
more than yours.
and i
i would make a promise
to be, every single mouth in the world
i would learn, every dance that ever existed
so that nothing, nowhere
no corner of the earth
would you find more exotic.
and nothing,
could seduce you to leave
/More than me
i would stay here
forever
i would need go nowhere
no mountain
would impress me
no culture
could interest me
more than yours
no touch could taunt me
more than yours
no look could make me at home
more than yours.
and i
i would make a promise
to be, every single mouth in the world
i would learn, every dance that ever existed
so that nothing, nowhere
no corner of the earth
would you find more exotic.
and nothing,
could seduce you to leave
/More than me
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