Nov 02, 2004 00:41
I've been reading old poetry for a while now and I remembered that all of my favorite books are the ones that are being held together with masking tape. I have very few of those with me.
"he who binds to himself a joy
does the winged life destroy
but he who kisses that joy as it flies
lives in eternal sunrise"
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