Dark Quote by John Geddes Download Open image ““...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...”” — John Geddes ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dark Death Grief Madonna Poetry Weeping
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“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
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“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
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“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
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“...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
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