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(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
--ee cummingsfriday morning without work, still in bed, lips untouched by coffee and thinking of butter biscuits in a tin when i chanced upon this. cummings had ( Read more... )
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
--ee cummingsfriday morning without work, still in bed, lips untouched by coffee and thinking of butter biscuits in a tin when i chanced upon this. cummings had ( Read more... )
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why isn't there a like or reblog button! :) <3
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