April 7, 201312 yr I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful. I sin, but I'm not the devil. I'm good, but I'm not an angel, she said.
April 30, 201312 yr "my love sleeps besides me - in the faint light - I see his manly jaw give away - and the mouth of his boyhood returns with a softness softer its sensitiveness that trembling in stillness his eyes must have look out wonderously from the cave of the little boy - when the things he did not understand - he forgot but will he look like this when he is dead oh unbearable fact inevitable yet sooner would I rather his love die than/or him? the pain of his longing when he looks at another like an unfulfilment since the day he was born. And I in mericless pain and with his pain of Longing - when he looks at and loves another like an unfulfilment of since the day he was born - we must endure I more sadly because I can feel no joy"
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