To be alive: not just the carcass
But the spark.
That's crudely put, but...
If we're not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?
Friday, November 6, 2009
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"Love me the way you do now, forever." Empty white sheets and a propped pillow. Black underwear and fallen golden hair. Tomorrow i...
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