“Love or blood? Throughout the spring peony is in this that haunts me. Night falls, I’m alone, alone without a poem.”
“After the bath, I look in the mirror, and, looking at my body, I feel it still remains something of yesterday: a smile …”
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“What human being could punish me? It is not the whiteness of my arm, who welcomed his head, worthy of a god?”
“Midst dressed in a light silk, from pale red … do not think badly of ‘them that you are enjoying the moon …”
“Milky Way: in bed with him, I open the curtain and look at it as, at dawn, you split two stars.”
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