To: "Bellamy Morray" [b.morray] From: "Hasi" [milagrosinheels] Subject: [no subject] Body:Ouch. I'm just fine- in as much as I can be. How are you, and how goeth the investigation?
To: "Bellamy Morray" [b.morray] From: "Hasi" [milagrosinheels] Subject: (no subject) Body:You don't have to respond (although I doubt you're asleep!) since The Case is still happening, but I found this, wanted to share it with someone, and I thought you'd like it.
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon Pablo Neruda
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
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From: "Hasi" [milagrosinheels]
Subject: Hey, stranger. It's been a few days.
Body:Miss me?
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From: "Bellamy Morray" [b.morray]
Subject: [no subject]
Body: I wish I had time to miss anyone, actually. How are you?
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From: "Hasi" [milagrosinheels]
Subject: [no subject]
Body:Ouch. I'm just fine- in as much as I can be. How are you, and how goeth the investigation?
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From: "Bellamy Morray" [b.morray]
Subject: [no subject]
Body: I know, I know, I'm wholly unfeeling.
It goes. I'm fine, just making a mental note to have someone feed my cat if I work late. He gets annoyed.
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From: "Hasi" [milagrosinheels]
Subject: (no subject)
Body:You don't have to respond (although I doubt you're asleep!) since The Case is still happening, but I found this, wanted to share it with someone, and I thought you'd like it.
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon
Pablo Neruda
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
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