shame, shame follows me
all of my days
for like her
I am what she was
try as I might
I loose each time
death my only answer
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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1 comment:
No way! Death can't answer anything!
ode to remnants of love
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