David Posner (
postponing_death
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cityofsin_ooc
2017-02-06 07:51 am (UTC)
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[David's breath catches and his eyes close. He arches toward Blaine's mouth.]
Sotto voce, tremble
against me: a breeze slips in, cools my blood
to garnet bed stained with stones, cold and finally
useless I Orpheo, I lyre.
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Sotto voce, tremble
against me: a breeze slips in, cools my blood
to garnet bed stained with stones, cold and finally
useless I Orpheo, I lyre.