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I’VE LOOKED SO MUCH I’ve looked so much upon beauty that my vision is replete with it. The body’s contours. Red lips. Sensual limbs. Hair as though taken from Greek statues; always lovely, even when disheveled, and falling, slightly, over white brows. Faces of love, just as my poetry wanted them … in the nights of my youth, in those nights of mine, secretly encountered... |