rabbit howls

like something old as we twitch to a lullaby.

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I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She could fade and wither - I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.
—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita