April 2011
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arms and sleepers - seems (if ever)
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wax tailor - lost the way
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“to forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.”
– Lewis B. Smedes
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“written in ink, in german, in a small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the...”
– J.D. Salinger, For Esme, With Love and Squalor
March 2011
4 posts
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castles in the air, hidden from me, open up now and are inhabitted
by thousands, yet nameless men, that call themselves “normal people”
how much one can delude oneself, especially the one.
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January 2011
1 post
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from the deep woods emerging, my voice coughs twigs and sticks.
June 2010
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naked pure mistaken and
down to the last chasm
of your innermost
quiet without
the talking making up pretending
with your hands and your eyes and
the marks on your
skin
writing stories - that’s how i want
to love
