Saw the sun.
Kissed Oscar Wilde's shadow
Under the moon.
Made love near the Belvedere
Through the thunder storm.
Fell in love by Karluv Most
in the thick warm night.
Marry the Ephemeral in front of the Hermitage (2013)
rusty feelings are harder to scrape.
''Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!''
-John Keats
Good night, see you never, la mélancolie des toîts de tôle.
Go fuck yourself, really.
J
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