“though every morning we seem to wake, and might just as well seem to sleep again” “his heart is a place with the lights gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly rain, unclean and unswept” “i want what world there is behind your eyes, i want your life and you will not give it to me.” so old, so young and infinite and lost.”
— Dec 01, 2021 02:35PM
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