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eyeless in the morning sun you were,pale and mild, a modern girl.
taken with thought still prone to care
makin tea in your underwear.
Posts tagged with blue like jazz.
blue like jazz
No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone.
