Love Song times Infinity   The slide of a silk glove playing her smooth body – in the night sky, endless stars are pulsing  .  .  .   An Ancient Comedy   Playing the final act of this strange pantomime – the chorus whispering, the torch fading  .  .  .   By What Rhyme Or Reason?   Death-face that haunts my dreams, if our fates had been changed would you be writing this poem to me?

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