“As if writing were, like love, the offspring of a cloud. When you touch it, it melts.”
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“And you became like coffee In the deliciousness And the bitterness And the addiction.”
“I love talking to you, even if I have nothing to say.”
“In her absence I created her image: out of the earthly the hidden heavenly commences.”
“What doesn’t resemble me is more beautiful.”