Only by Flesh

23 Aug 2011

Amid the gales of her breath, I venture across the small of her back and choke on pleasurable deaths our bodies heave, and passions slack Together we tire our naked fears, with synchronized tremors of the heart the moon bathes us with child's tears shall our souls now begin to drift apart?

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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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