Clear Diamond Heart, I Have Been Hunting Death Among The Swords. But Death Abhors My Shadow, And I Come Back Wounded With Memories. Your Eyes, For Steel Is Amorous Of Steel And There Are Bright Blue Sparks. Your Lips, I See Great Bloody Roses Cut In White Dead Breasts. Your Bed, For I See Wrestling Bodies Under The Evening Star. From The Turkic.
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