“As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn’t want to be alone after all, I realized I didn’t want to be a ny t hi n g at all.”

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I love the tender softness of your lips,
and I miss the scent of your hair.

Let me look at you, beautiful,
I love looking at you.

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