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"Lovers Not"
Lovers Not Games we play hard edged tongues where no word’s safe ecstasy to abstain blindfolded to begin again saltwater stings where you lay bound to another never-slept soul worshipping her alabaster shrine your dream prolonged spent legs of this journey spread on your Dante cross submerged you willingly drown close washed clean by her rolling ocean sans perfume to taste the essence of skin in shattered shards of moonbeam reckless in your loose agency a small price to pay where the heat from her words blow your pages wet and hot black feather quills well oiled and cut blood written no escape plot Purgatorio and Paradiso Beatrice led you don’t beg to stop tied up tightly wanting to remain mind-stripped no slow soft rope Games we play Lovers Knot (LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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Date: 1/30/2020 7:18:00 PM
Tied to love, no better way to be free.
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Date: 3/7/2019 12:47:00 AM
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.” Anaïs Nin, Henry And June
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/7/2019 1:25:00 AM
“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.” Anaïs Nin
Date: 3/7/2019 12:46:00 AM
“The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.” Anais Nin
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Date: 3/7/2019 12:46:00 AM
“Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.” Anais Nin
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Date: 3/7/2019 12:45:00 AM
“You cannot save people. You can only love them.” Anaïs Nin
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/7/2019 1:29:00 AM
“There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.” Anaïs Nin

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