February 2012
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How can I phrase….
That you are the sun and all the stars
When I see that wide, radiant smile-
I know, where every sector of your being came from.
Out there. Where the stars play.
Not anywhere close to this dismal place.
Your heart does not mirror that blackness inside of mine.
I pull up grass and rub the earth between my hands;
I let cool, black in soak in the crevices between my...
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As contraries are known by contraries, so is the...
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“I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of...”
– Charles Dickens (via theartofdylan)
January 2012
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