My world is, or was, in its glamorous ways, perfect; magic within desire, desire within magic. Neither life nor death could rob me of this magic, of this pompous veil of secrecy-I did not know-I[…]
My world is, or was, in its glamorous ways, perfect; magic within desire, desire within magic. Neither life nor death could rob me of this magic, of this pompous veil of secrecy-I did not know-I[…]