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 Mar 2019 Shaun
F*ck me over
 Mar 2019 Shaun
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 Mar 2019 Shaun
Hermann Hesse
Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantly carousing away
For a whole hour rapidly vanishing,
They rave, delirious, a shrill whir,
Shivering with joy against death.
While kingdoms, sunk into ruin,
Whose thrones, heavy with gold, instantly scattered
Into night and legend, without leaving a trace,
Have never known so fierce a dancing.

— The End —