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There are daysWhen I add
Drops of lavender
In bone china c..
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The black, cavernous lesions
Don’t you let them heal darling
Let them smolder
With the fierceness of stars
Bleed,
With the te..
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He finally found it. Rummaging through the panelled,
oak-polished shelves of books, his eyes finally caught the name of the author:
Vladimir Nabokov..
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“In your
life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what
happened to them. There are some that you wonder if t..
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"Happy Halloween"
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A mother's greatest sin
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“There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.” ― Mi..
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There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais
vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and
again, but eac..
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“Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something
very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet
streaming from t..
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Don't you just love those long rainy afternoons in New
Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour - but a little piece of eternity
dropped into your..
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