i wrote everything i wanted to say to you down, but you never knew what it was i meant. because i am only good at writing them between the lines. while you never knew betweenthelines existed.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
good words forgotten; the bad, till eternity and beyond
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