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Mar 2012
Serenade of time / unravelling
That which we don’t possess /
Steers a passage
Through adolescent grief /
I travel his unshaven smile
Contours of desire lead me here /

I stay in his delicious deceit /
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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