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发帖数: 357 | 1 It is unlikely that any portrait will ever do Desire justice, since to see her
(or him) is to love him (or her),- passionately, painfully, to the exclusion of
all else.
Desire smells almost subliminally of summer peaches, and casts two shadows: one
black and sharp-edged, the other translucent and forever wavering, like heat
haze.
Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. And
there is much else that is knife-like about Desire.
Never a possession, always the possess |
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