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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Thursday, March 28, 2002
goodbye fair hope
goodbye fair hope
visit me later
when i need you more
like always
take my heart and seal it with your embrace
drown my self: loathing, sightedness, pity, concern
kill my vanity
destroy my pride
all with a kiss of truth
make clear the path for Love to enter
but let it bring not desire
or once more all is lost...
1:07 AM
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