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Sometimes I think I shall sleep alone forever,
and my narrow single bed feels cavernous,
and aching.
Sometimes I think that even my cold heart could break,
when I see your name, your face, your writing on old, forgotten letters
hiding in the bottom of drawers.
Sometimes I think of you when no one is listening,
walking down the misty pathways to the secret recesses of the woods,
and finding your laugh in my heart.
Sometimes I think I shall never love again,
and then the moon shines over the river, and I find flowers growing
from the cobbles,
and the sun sets rosy over the Cathedral, and bathes the city in a gentle glow,
and then I know. Yes, I shall love again, for I still love every day.
and my narrow single bed feels cavernous,
and aching.
Sometimes I think that even my cold heart could break,
when I see your name, your face, your writing on old, forgotten letters
hiding in the bottom of drawers.
Sometimes I think of you when no one is listening,
walking down the misty pathways to the secret recesses of the woods,
and finding your laugh in my heart.
Sometimes I think I shall never love again,
and then the moon shines over the river, and I find flowers growing
from the cobbles,
and the sun sets rosy over the Cathedral, and bathes the city in a gentle glow,
and then I know. Yes, I shall love again, for I still love every day.
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Full title: Spiritual Poverty, Material Riches.
Sometimes I think I won't ever get past this shit.
And sometimes it doesn't bother me at all.
Today, I bought rose lemonade and apricot face wash, and it rained gently on me and it was okay,
it was okay.
Sometimes I think I won't ever get past this shit.
And sometimes it doesn't bother me at all.
Today, I bought rose lemonade and apricot face wash, and it rained gently on me and it was okay,
it was okay.
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This is pretty fn good. There is something very quiet about the last few lines. I will come back, and back, to this.