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when the dreaming stopped; a guillotine chopped off my head pain will choke a muse, perhaps weighted hearts have no room for such imaginings the sounds, the pleasures of making love in the licking waves upon a moon-drenched shore they are all still there waiting when i send for them; inclination wanes like a moon it is said that to give power to others is to show them your verity soul handing them a crude rope and we become afraid of saying anything that can tie up our wrists; fear is a known town... shalome � 2006 |