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“this friendship, ardent and unspoken, can only vibrate like a poem carrying between its lines a want the poet has never called by name.”
“The frost let go.
The mittens fell from the radiator.
A man's back will tell you more than he has said in eighteen years.
Another man and another woman glance off
the memory.
The day was meaningless like what you call
love.”
— Sep 26, 2026 05:11AM
“The frost let go.
The mittens fell from the radiator.
A man's back will tell you more than he has said in eighteen years.
Another man and another woman glance off
the memory.
The day was meaningless like what you call
love.”
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“I gave you your vigilant eyes, you'll always be known by them, and if you meet a gaze like yours, know it belongs to a friend.
And at the sound of pure notes playing some sweeter melody, you will find yourself missing my harsh, insistent voice.”
“heavy dreams loosen their hold, and it's as if all bad things break when the good rain comes.”
— Sep 26, 2026 03:18AM
And at the sound of pure notes playing some sweeter melody, you will find yourself missing my harsh, insistent voice.”
“heavy dreams loosen their hold, and it's as if all bad things break when the good rain comes.”
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“You and me, me and you, nothing else on Earth exists - if you want to know me, ask the green waves, I am as reckless as they are, never knowing what I want.
The night is so warm and every sin goes unpunished.
Hush, if you listen you'll hear how close the city is:
Its saltwater breeze is my mother's voice, my soul is the night caressing young trees.
I am good and bad and you will never forget me.”
— Sep 12, 2026 11:02PM
The night is so warm and every sin goes unpunished.
Hush, if you listen you'll hear how close the city is:
Its saltwater breeze is my mother's voice, my soul is the night caressing young trees.
I am good and bad and you will never forget me.”