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“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my...”
– Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud - 1854-1891 (via musiclovemusic) (via superpowerlessmurder)
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When We Two Parted- Lord Byron →
When we two parted In silence and tears Half broken hearted To sever for years Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow —- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now Thy vows are all broken, And light is…
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