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: D. (dalaruan) wrote,
2010-08-15 11:43:00

D.
dalaruan
2010-08-15 11:43:00

black bird

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. [...] He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Casey McKee - Decisions II: Keeping Secrets, 2002

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black bird

and next year's words await another voice

you get so alone at times that it just makes sense

too perfect to be possible

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