Falling through air, falling through time, in a gold lame' cloud, with your bloody handkerchief pressed to your pale lips. My God I love you! Collapse on the stage and I swear I will bear you up, breathe God's sweet air into your hungry lungs, feel your heart pounding through your luminous skin, kiss your eyes to give you happy dreams even as they glaze over into unseeing stillness....if your time is over, so is mine.
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