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2011,
Pain,
romance,
White Sunday
pain is proof of our passions
that we can feel at least something
in this world, where lovers are martyrs
and we are locked in vermillion.
reaching for something we need.
afraid we will catch it, indeed.
pain is proof of our passions.
you are precognizant kisses
that I would not miss for the world.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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