With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

Space is the separation
from us...

Between that time and this
there has been always now...

There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...

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How life and death...

Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...

The bouquet of wild white flowers
that I tendered you...

Imperfection is
the prove of perfection...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

Alas my dear
I am still the Ozymandias...