Walked into death, we mean sleep, we mean internal vision of the eyed self.
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But why why why did people stop writing love letters
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“O SPIRIT of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells.”
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