lost in parchment

Saturday, 11 August 2012

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RABBIT HEART

If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.
Charles Bukowski

sad, timid, self-effacing soul

I'm looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses.

foolish thing

xx: Canada; Call me Maisie. I am a lover of delicate words, detailed architecture, callused hands and the works of Sylvia Plath.

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I want to marry a poet but I don't know where to find one.

“The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its lovliness.”

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.
Charles Dickens

And see she flies/And she is everywhere

And in the spring, it's touching to notice them making their first discovery of love! As if nobody had ever known it before!

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