With the desire to be loved, to be held close to the other shape; to put off the veil of darkness and see burning eyes.
The Moment: Summer's Night, Virginia Woolf
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She herself had had a deep sense of poetry; she remembered going to sleep with Shelley under her pillow.
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen
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I want what world there is behind your eyes
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