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18th century poesy ring.

Inscription reads: Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.

by Amanda Camenisch

Now, I bring you flowers
I rest them six feet above your face
and wait for the rain to
melt them through the ground
until eventually they might reach you,
so that one day
you might feel the love
I forgot to give you
when I had the chance.
— Niall Donnelly, Anonymous Eulogy 


Gesaffelstein - Numéro, Octobre 2013


Apple Pie in Pecan Crust

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.