Remembering her face but that’s the end of that
No plan, just run into me
If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three
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You must find your dream…but no dream lasts forever, each dream is followed by another, and one should not cling to any particular dream.
J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning
Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew
You were wild and I was willing