By kostasAu
My body, a bed sheet, Spread out on the bed of pleasure, Stained from the excesses Of my senses. My soul, a tablecloth, Spread out on the table of knowledge, Stained from the banquets Of my mind. That’s me, a frail curtain, Hung out on the line of life Weathered by time. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 02:39 AM PST 0 • 10
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