This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless. Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, silent gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death, and the stars. - Walt Whitman
"you took a piece of me, and I let you. And that will never happen again."
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Από τα αγαπημένα μου αποφθέγματα...! <3
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