martedì, maggio 19, 2009

Maybe she was just tired of dead ends, phone calls that were never returned, promises that were never kept, tripping over the same stone. And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you. All through my life? Sharing my fire, my bed,. Sharing — oh, worst of all things! — the same head?

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