longwinter
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- Coins slip from my fingers
Mr. Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight.
America, I have given you all and now I'm nothing. Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. (My bookmarks are mostly things I would like to add to someday, so don't pay them too much mind...) |
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- Picked his bones in whispers
- The weeds will burn; the oaks will resolve to stay
- The river never makes a mistake
- We had silent conversations
- You've lost all your dreams
- Sometimes, I get so lonely I can't stand being conscious.
- On Neptune, it rains diamonds
- In the eternity it took for those small motions to occur
- You touched me when I needed to be touched, and for that I will hold you in my heart forever
- and me warm in the window, watching Brooklyn fall asleep under snow
- The Ocelot saw the Frog, and he smiled a broad and toothy smile
- Living your whole life with all the doors unlocked
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- I thought I'd take a walk today. It's a mistake I sometimes make.
- when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
- It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
- Together we kept bobbing up and down and no one came to save us.
- Until the earth and sky met and locked the distance between them forever
- I promised myself to make a picture of my heart, and there it is