Cut Roses

I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave

Ever On the Wing, pt. III

Chimeric ebullience is all my vessel Swathing as the springtime mistral For enthralling and enchanting is all that might stupefy Lest you crack the icy enamel with a sanguine sigh   And take to the wing as a swift   Agile

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"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo

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“ There is no world without Verona, but purgatory, torture, hell itself. ” – Romeo & Juliet – Act III, Scene III, Verse XVII

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