понедельник, 08 декабря 2014
День Гинзберга, извинитеSome things, once you've loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go... They only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are... or they destroy you. Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.
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