★ our subtle torments in hell ★
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12-11-2009, 09:51 AM
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
In hell the subway doors close just as your eyes meet at last and you realize she's still on the platform.
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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