Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."
From Self-Reliance, 1841
"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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