Tereus Poems - Poems about Tereus

...I must be dreaming. Alas, through every dream, like pain through anesthesia, a torturous reality shows up. A burning taste of jealousy. A blind deaf muteness of lust… I think I’d better ......

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...Blessed be the hour when angels shake my filth off their wings. The night was a garden of eyes*. Luckily, days are blind. Mute with the sinful obsession, deaf to the call of blood, I look for......

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...—Tale of a wanderer who goes with a piece of myth— The wanderer drifting in the wilderness searching for a long absent darling leans against the moonlight at times. Wet with dew, is there any cha......

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