“Platonic friendship: the interval between the introduction and the first kiss.”
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...you need faith for the same reasons that it’s so hard to find
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only a full house gonna make a home
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