"(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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right back at you.
oh, and also:
it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
why is it that we've all become obsessed with poetry these days?
by these days i take it you mean throughout our teens, onto our early adulthood and into our 30s?
yes. erm. at least i've given up writing my own. praise the lord for small mercies.
You shouldn't. Can't be worse than your prose.
(mhua mhua mhua - evil laughter)
! ...don't tempt me to prove you wrong...
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