"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke

8.04.2010

hell and high water.

you don't know it, but tonight would have been the night i kissed you for the first time.

but you didn't walk me to my car.

thanks again for the pretty thing.

sincerely,

me
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