“Desire is desire, wherever you go. The sun will not bleach it; nor the tide wash it away.”
I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...“I need not to need, or else a love of intuition—someone who reaches out to my weakness and won’t let go…”
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