cellar door.
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why dont you show me that little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress? i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.
and when they looked toward each other, it created a mirror reflective of two lives that may never meet again.
my temptation, my light. the keepsake of my wary heart and all the sum of my joy.
the love i had for her was very gentle. slow. she was my oasis, as i was a mutt in her yard.
the love i had for her was very gentle. slow. she was my oasis, as i was a needle to her finger.
i just want a soft place to die. a warm bed with someone in it with me.
my lover left me out in the cold. he tells me that the stars i chase are made of fool's gold.
i am punished by love. in the morning i will mar myself again.
Max Svabinsky - The Confluence of Souls | 1896 | Romanticism | National Gallery in Prague
