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As Desire flourishes in this bed, a thousand and one roses fall from the skies, gently touching my skin that turns into white light when your fingertips knock and announce a dance of most war and love. The roses fall, fall, fall. Love is implacable.

From the ripening heart,

I ran on a cold Winter’s day

Down and up the lanes,

How could you, how could you.

Roses are carried under my skin

Petals of silk sinking,

Wishes of Love submerged

At the bottom of the Sea.

I fell on a stained bed.

I fell on a stained bed.

I Rose at first Light.


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