beyond metaphor
As I ponder that still veneration of those eyes glimmering with decay I'm left loving the lips that formulate release and the hush of her diminutive lure. with the same gestural delicacy, she lulls thee to be sexed in vaguely lit edens of dusk. for fire simply designates the essence and the malleability of our flesh when drenched left glistening with perplexities nometaphor shall quench.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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