I cried the whole morning. Cohen's words have been spreading inside me like some incurable disease for the past 5 years, and for the past two years he has been my favourite poet, the man who has somehow written about my life without having actually lived it. He is no more with us. But his words are. And they are his most beautiful, touching praise of life, love, eroticism, loneliness, death and everything in between.
— Nov 11, 2016 03:24AM
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