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i feel lonely. i feel worse— strange. and when i leave i cry in the car. and i say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. anne... people are strangers. i don't know if i can go on spilling myself out to people— those strange strangers.
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I am the wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves
tremble but I am invisible, bloom without flower, knot
without rope, song without throat in wingless flight, dark boat in the dark night, pure velocity.
auri retweeted
i sit up in the dark drenched in longing. i am carrying over a thousand names for blue that i didn’t have at dusk.
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understand that there is a beast within you that can drink
till it is sick, but cannot drink till it is satisfied




































