I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Saturday, 2 June 2012
two months
i believe at the end of these next two months,
i will still stifle a wave of sadness,
at the thought of you returning to the same old scene
even if that old scene is new and available to me
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