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Monday, 21 October 2013

The right side of the brain caresses the left side of the brain

Stèphane Mallarmè’s poem Sigh
Brings me to think of the two of you
I halfway begin to understand why
To find truth one needs to be true

The days thoughts I cannot deny
Have me singing songs of gold and blue
Two lovers, one past and one present
Two shadows both bathed in effervescence


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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