She smiled and all the days of darkness ceased. The world, as if by some internal candle or perchance in love's calamity was again lit and warmed and ..
I blinked and her wrists spilled down to fluidic pieces, thinking well too well. Thinking we held some hour against the work or wit and that I was any..
I could not bear your heart that blooms in love as longer my beautiful soul but I must await in passion that grows the deeper in source that bleeds wi..