“I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.
I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.”
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I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.”
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“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
― Mother Night
― Mother Night
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