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posted by name of the rose at 2:56 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
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"Tears came into his eyes; and as slowly he lifted his eyelids,
Vanished the vision away, but E knelt by his bedside.
Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents unuttered
Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken." (HWL)
his name is the same; an angel with a horn.
they come and they go ... that was an interesting picture; it almost appeared burned or singed on the edges - the glasses are a recurring theme (accessory?)
"And from the fields of her soul a fragrance celestial ascended."
scroll down further and you will find it
indeed, it is there ...
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