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| User: | my_paper_wings (2587992) how could I expect to fly?
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| Name: | my_paper_wings | ||||
| Location: | United States | ||||
| Bio: | I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. This journal is a record of the letters that I have written to my girlfriend. We've known each other for eight years and re-established a friendship in the last year. We did not expect to fall in love. | ||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||
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| Friend of: | 1: sichernde_seele | ||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | ||||
