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January
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- ...the safest course is to do nothing against one'...
- Perhaps a stranger she could love
- Her Morning Elegance, or, What I Will Never See
- It hurts more than you'd think
- I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight o...
- You've got those lips that were meant to be kissed
- Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that s...
- We must be careful about what we pretend to be.
- The worst of grief sets in some time after the ini...
- I wish that could be me, but it's just not possible
- "I just hope he knows where he's going." -- "He kn...
- I'd like to know, I'd really like to know
- I love that you share everything with me, especial...
- "I still don't love you." -- "That's okay. I don't...
- Now he occupies the blur as well
- In tremendous fear I secretly go on living.
- For each age is a dream that is dying, or one that...
- When asking why their kisses are sorrowful, rememb...
- Alone, awake and thinking of the weekend we were i...
- Only on the outside
- Danger - 19H11
- (please help me find her)
- It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead unde...
- Hmmm, how does Friday night sound to you? Would yo...
- I don't know who you are. I'll never see you, or s...
- secrets from the winds, burnt stars crying
- It lasts for always.
- The trash-filled streets made me wish we were head...
- I'm mostly just shy.
- The universe and a pulse
- What have I become, my sweetest friend?
- Stranger, do you feel cold?
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for life's not a paragraph, And death i think is no parenthesis
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