Blory #99
ElevenPermit me the present tense, for the future is too much, too heavy, too adult.
Allow me the night, when dreams are not just the sinful child of illegitimate idleness and undisciplined mind.
Believe me the untruth, for therein lies not what is but what should be, where happiness really can be simply a function of how intensely one is loved.
Create me a space, at the edge of a memory, such that we would always be at the brink of falling, almost, falling.
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WOW—-incredibly deep, reflective and...genuine soul print from having truly lived. I hate...
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