that post was for nobody really. just the rain that makes me like this every year. pathetic.
i could write to the dearest swollen wood at the creak of the bathroom door even
to whomsoever it may concern
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not speaking is the flower
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- Pizzicato Hana
- i saw you flailing in the wind. white like the roach that once came out of my basin. je t'aime, moi non plus. iwanu ga hana. not speaking is the flower.
6 comments:
hahaha!
people asked you who it was written to?
you should've said of course to you dearest!
sigh! windfall
ये नाम केचिदिह प्रथयन्त्यवज्ञाम्
जानन्तु ते किमपि तान्प्रति नैष यत्नः |
उत्पस्यते हि मम कोऽपि समानधर्मा
कालो ह्ययं निरवधिर्विपुला च पृथ्वी: ||
translate into something i understand pliss
i'll post it on my blog...
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