Ab imo pectore


But one can never tell another how to rule his heart, because the heart is the one that rules the other.
Brought forth by Symyx

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  1. Symyx1/16/2014

    'Bluish shadows. O you dark eyes,
    That gaze long at me gliding past.
    Guitar chords softly accompany autumn
    In the garden, dissolved in brown lyes.
    Nymph-like hands prepare
    Death's serious somberness, decayed lips
    Suck at red breasts and in black lyes
    The sun-youth's moist curls glide.'

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