Alice doesn't live here anymore.
private journal, don't add.
The bird that woke you
has fallen asleep
that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,
not even the rain,
has such small hands
e.e. cummings
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04 juin 2010 @ 00:00
I'm kind of a misanthrope
Alice doesn't live here anymore.
private journal, don't add.