The silence is horrid, unbearable.
Now must not be a time for words.
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"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
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- Kyle
- Los Angeles, California
- South, toward mangos and the sea.
I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.
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