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Leonard Cohen

I thought shadows fell deceptively,urging memories of perfect rhyme.I thought I could bestow beautylike a benediction and that your half-dark fleshwould answer to the prayer.I thought I understood your facebecause I had seen it painted twiceor a hundred times, or kissed itwhen it was carved in stone. With only a breath, a vague turning,you uncovered… Continue reading Leonard Cohen

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