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Marguerite Duras

Mapped, in glaring veins, cut, to secrete lucid text– Yes, love, I bleed light. Advertisements

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Bask

Rapt, in gratitude, the writer fasting on silence, and slimmest wisps, to gain Beauty’s favor and superlative bask, beyond recognition.  

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