Blurriness Can Never Be Subtle
July 12, 2007; Thursday; 12:37 AM
My empty soul, why do you crave for the boundless rose that only in her bosom rests? Why do you dream of that rose to be of lucid redness, of addictive smell and of sweet stings? Whence nothing in you sheds light to even let it grow? Whence not even a seed from you be taken? See the subtle flicker of your presence as you fade away from her sight. See that your pain is nothing but a blur.
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