Roses
Michael I am blinded by the yerning of loneliness, muted by the infatuation of love, and deafend by the lust of your touch.
Roses
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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