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Putri Kusumawardhanije citiraoпре 2 године
It is by whisper truer things are told.
Words have their echo when only barely heard.
Eveje citiraoпре 2 године
That lets me down.

When the house seems unknown,

the body next to me unreachable.

Some sinister recess has commenced

and I must wait it out. Row my boat

hard against the arcing tide, keep my head,

pay the sandman twice. Welcome the nightly

oblivion that sees me through those no-good hours

between two and four when every failure rushes in—

every folly confirmed.

Big questions slated on the bathroom wall.

Harassing every dust mote for answers; what have I done?

Or worse, what haven’t I?

This stupor could have no future.

I am as flat and dumb as the kitchen floor.

As heedless as the doors.

As silent as the spoons
Kandi Tolentinoje citiralaпре 2 године
There’s nothing worse than loving someone who doesn’t love you back. It’s like loving someone who has died, except sometimes you have to see them in public and acknowledge how they don’t love you back
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