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The truth is: I want to hold your hands because they are like mine. Holding a knife by the blade and sharpening it. In your dreams, how much invitation to pierce are you? Perhapslove.
Love, she told me. Love everything from the grass to the first person who walks by in the street. Love it all. That’s the only thing that can make life not just bearable, but beautiful.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤd. Or we will be.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The truth is: I want to hold your hands because they are like mine. Holding a knife by the blade and sharpening it. In your dreams, how much invitation to pierce are you? Perhapslove.
Love, she told me. Love everything from the grass to the first person who walks by in the street. Love it all. That’s the only thing that can make life not just bearable, but beautiful.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤd. Or we will be.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ