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le marteau de pulchritude

can't deny th'painhurtache
� � � �of thee
unbearable bliss, unimaginable
� � � �distance
of one's own untenable life in
� � � �paradise,
� � � � for an
angel far'far a'far in some other
� � � �paradise

paradise,paradise,allways in
� � � �bloodyfckn
proximity of hell-on-earth
� � � �of our own
only makings...these delusory
� � � �opposites
attract & consume each thee other,
� � � � always

eye'm of a dream that my love
� � � � could
well be yOurs as well, our
� � � � night
is day as day is night always
� � � � in thee
same � � � � � � �moment
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dkzk--love'sVerySplinteredThing(splendid\did2014

PFHOTOGRAFPH: "MySkyWeepsBeautyForTheeLove,M'love" by; dkzk