Friday, December 20, 2019
ineffable
It's so much easier to write of melancholies and longings, but one would be remiss not to labor in describing the engulfing delight of your laughter, the soft pudginess of your feet, and the sweetly curling tendrils at your neck.
Thursday, December 19, 2019
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dull mauve by john ashbery
Twenty miles away, in the colder water of the Atlantic, you gaze longingly toward the coast. Didn't you once love someone there? Yes, bu...
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Twenty miles away, in the colder water of the Atlantic, you gaze longingly toward the coast. Didn't you once love someone there? Yes, bu...
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I've never gotten used to leaving you. I've only grown accustomed to the ache.