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Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire

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all you can handle

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his name was Horizon

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what do you see

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Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde

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I feel like im hiding in your bedroom closet watching you. seeing our reflection in the water decanter on your night table, in your bathroom mirror. hearing you move through the room, picking out clothes, tossing them on the bed.

And what makes you think I haven’t noticed you?
Quietly watching… tracing the way I move, the subtle way I let color kiss my skin.
Why hide, love?
Are you waiting for a surprise from me like a curious cat caught in its own reflection?
Were you hoping to see those same wide, wondering eyes… the ones that stare back, mesmerized by their own allure?

Tell me was it already decided in that clever mind of yours that I’m your prey today?

Look again at the clothes I’ve chosen.
Don’t they flatter the length of your graceful legs, highlight the delicate curve of your collarbones?

When you're ready to come out and play I’ll be here.
And I promise I won’t bite too hard.

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~ avail

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manos en el trabajo

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Marina Tsvetaeva from Phaedra: a drama in verse; with New Year's Letter and other Long Poems

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

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solo un sorpo

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955