Nor have I fear of death which ends my trials, Yet wish my lover had a longer life, If not, we two shall perish in one breath. — Ovid
It was never himself that he loved to pursue but the one he had found in the depths of that shadowy pool,where kneeling, almost lost in his reflection, he sighed and ran his fingers down his chest, along a thigh, remembered how his words came back to mock him, yet cried out for the one behind the veil the silent one
so deep so cold so perfect he could never understand or look away.
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