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I Am Shell I Am Bone

 

“I Am Shell I Am Bone” by Gazelle Twin from Entire City

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This entry was posted in The Hermetic Library and tagged Gazelle Twin, music, video on December 31, 2011 by John Griogair Bell.

About John Griogair Bell

My name is John. I'm the enigmatic supervillain known only, to some, as the Librarian of Hermetic Library. These are my posts on the Hermetic Library Blog.

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← I Wish I Were Krishna “All night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath But lips closed hard upon the cup of death To drain its sweetest poison. Scarce a sigh Beats the dead hours out; scarce a melody Of measured pulses quickened with the blood Of that desire which pours its deadly flood Through soul and shaken body; scarce a thought But sense through spirit most divinely wrought To perfect feeling; only through the lips Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips Through all the circle to her lips again And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain All pleasure in one draught.” →

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