Somewhere In My Dreams I Live In The Same City You Were Born In Wearing The Same Old Worn Out Linen
somewhere in my dreams i live in the same city you were born in wearing the same old worn out linen
in these reveries of mine you play and talk too loud, you often drive me crazy too
somewhere in these dreams the skies haven’t lost their color and I haven’t lost you
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"The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it."
– Pride And Prejudice
There are poems inside you which paper can't handle
If You Go Away, Rod McKuen (English adaptation of "Ne me quitte pas" ("Don't leave me") by Jacques Brel)
what is a sinner to me , a mirror reflecting back on me
I'm going to fuck that nerd
Sylvia Plath
we’re making love in the afterlife
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
Take me to an art Museum,
Kiss me between the paintings.
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