“Raise from your bed of languor Raise from your bed of dismay Your friends will not come tomorrow As they did not… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
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Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hungers document Our bodily decay. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
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“O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires,… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
I grew up in Winnipeg, in the Canadian midwest, the fifth child. It was a great household to grow up in -… — Len Cariou Copy Share Image
Ground Zero...Used, Cut, Unloved. Words that mean nothing, still kill. Sweet Death, wrap your arms around Love's poor fool. Last call. Remember… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
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