In the soft light
He comes to me
His eyes are bright
With desire
It’s just the two of us
All else has flown
The air is full of lust
And thick desire
As I feel his tender touch
He speaks softly in my ear
Take off your clothes
You are my desire
But sometimes the dust
Of past pain and lies
Cannot be brushed aside
Sorry, mi deseo está muerto
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Analysis & Discussion For Political Uncertainty
I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. - M. Cole
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Cogito Ergo Sum
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