All true love must dieSo it goes.
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.
Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Cleansing by writing
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