Where would I be if this were to go under?
Well that's a risk I'll take
I'm froze by desire
Thursday, 17 September 2009
The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings;
A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars
-Rimbaud
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