“The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.”
If you don’t know, why would you say so?
‘should’ve never started—ain’t that the way it always ends.
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
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