...be the candle or the mirror that reflects it

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i the bud, feed on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Red and Brown Line Construction

Water through dry rocks
Your passage is halted much,
Soon you will flow fast.

posted by Ermin Mistica | 5/13/2008 02:14:00 PM

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