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If I see your face it will be enough. Your face is the flower I dream of, obscured by shadow in my dream. Come to me and lift your veil, unbind the linen from my hands, so I will be able to touch you, Calliope, before I die here.
Ecstasia by Francesca Lia Block (via francescaliablock)
(via jesuisuneamesolitaire)