God's unsents, 2

4
Starlights die across human sight as secrets die between your breath and mine.

5
Born from a rumor of senses, my truth will never get past your skin.

6
I am not a writer. I hurt reading a world that cannot read itself.

7
The word is, in the end, mortal.

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Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

The soul of Wit

The incandescent Jef

Sun-shower

Here for romance

Disco perfection

Welcome at any rate

Not my life's background music

The music in 'Agnes of God'