mood miscellanea

SLENDER HANDS SNAP THE STEMS, WHILE WET TIPPED WAXY BLOOMS

DROOP AGAINST YOUR HAIR

ALL FALLING 'ROUND.

INCOMPARABLE LOVELINESS:

CAMELLIAS AND YOUR FACE.

WE SHUT THE DOOR

IT MADE SUCH A SMALL SOUND: THAT

CLICK OF THE LOCK

WHICH FINALITY SPLINTERED INTO TEARS.

LIKE THE SONG OF A BIRD AT NIGHT

YOUR HANDS ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ROSES.

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WE KISS

IN SENSES, ODOURS, COLOURS

OF FORGOTTEN FLOWERS

| RUN, | LEAP, I DROWN!

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