There's a pain. Or, I don't know, an emptiness, maybe. Perhaps it's a longing; I'm not sure. There's something you want so desperately, yet you know it's impossible. What to do...
P.S.: Happy birthday, N. C. L. June 22, 1962.
P.S.: Happy birthday, N. C. L. June 22, 1962.
posted by _Eve_ at 3:30 AM
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Come back
for eyes are hearths
cold now
and you
you've kept the fire
away
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