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March 28, 2013
How one sweeps the diameter of psyche's circle infecting what's buried as sacrosanct in the midst of the heaving, throbbing machinery we designate as the cogs of love, be it the streaming flexion of flesh by heat of desire's pattering screes or the mutable blood that flows as an invisible marauder striking by will of the will tuned to invest its prowess toward occupying the keepsake locked in spurious words spoken under romantic haze, or that which climbs over walls of wit and steals itself while the master sleeps, then we shall know, then we shall greet our truest coupling.