As these have been the crimes of my passion; surrealistic sensualities, intimate illusions & other misdemeanors of love, lust, loss & longing *
"In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man."
- The Marquis de Sade -
If I could have been all that you wanted - all the time.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The remains of a poet
Such is love without – A wingless bird of swan less song whose heart can no more fly. A dreamer awoken no less broken thus tragedy never - Dies
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