Stereo Alchemy: Things blessed and beautiful
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Posted: April 7th

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

“These violent delights have violent ends 
And in their triump die, like fire and powder 
Which, as they kiss, consume”

“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume”

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