
It is always light
in the heart where love
reigns, the only darkness
is the shadow
of a pterodactyl's wings.
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
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