Blood, Old Lipstick & Black Magick
By E.B.
...and so,infinitya reflection of nothingbare solaceempty timeechoing into a chamberof vast darknessof endless depthfalling over and overagainand againyet no senseof the measureof infinityand so,infinitya reflection of nothing... © E.B. 2005
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