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For Dancer

When lovers die they blossom
grapes
That's why there's so much
wine in love
That's why I'm still drunk
on you




Quotes of the Day

Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue

• Andre Gide



Poems of the Day
  • Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Burial
    by Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Mine is a body that should die at sea! And have for a grave, instead of a grave Six feet deep and the length of me, All the water that is under the wave! And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,