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every profile of the body drapes of a fallen dress the flowers twang the bassoons the wooden harps the human body is a temple with the purpose of changing into new forms ephemeral beauty or love or passion or life the metamorphosis of another the brother the kiss the flowers of evil the death of a maiden Ovid hear me Ovid love is simply a measure of bumps and holes Ovid love grows out of soft marble Ovid we are one the mythology of passion ensues the act encased in fire
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
the young lovers/the gates of hell
every profile of the body drapes of a fallen dress the flowers twang the bassoons the wooden harps the human body is a temple with the purpose of changing into new forms ephemeral beauty or love or passion or life the metamorphosis of another the brother the kiss the flowers of evil the death of a maiden Ovid hear me Ovid love is simply a measure of bumps and holes Ovid love grows out of soft marble Ovid we are one the mythology of passion ensues the act encased in fire
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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