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No one will retrieve my lost heart But I found dark honey in the woods for you Some root of the sun multiplied in water And when I think ..

Listen! The wealth might disappoint you The love too, that fable, cargo from some isle of spice Vertigo of biology, listen, myself I’ve ..

It’s when he’s drunk on God That he knows he should never be married It’s when he’s heartbroken by the best of them T..

I mark out of silence, possible meanings I thirst still for Chopin’s Sonatas, perfection I still smile at beauty and nod at knowledge ..

This is a piece about family karma and psycho-historic factors in our lives.

The snow is folding its wings My palms stretching to the melting flakes As if the garden of the sky Was falling in rose petalled joy! ..

Limp into the arms of your oppressor You were like a starving ballerina To my fingers over your rugged rivers and ravines My path up..

Moving between houses I caught your scent of distances Your fragrance of the mouth that blesses me all over Candy breath for whispers ..

I know your fervour, like the color of moonlight Ripe as body, offered exactly I’ve carried this cargo of brimming for the joys Tr..

They have given you french names You who have become a sultry prophet Believe me, I would gladly smell the candle in you Wax to my muse, ..