The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
Till Hurricane bisect And as itself discerns Its insufficient Area The Heart convulsive learns
That Calm is but a Wall Of unattempted Gauze An instant’s Push demolishes A Questioning—dissolves.
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We just finished watching last night’s episode of Mad Men. All I can say is: Fuck, man. How amazing. I have never, ever...
Doesn't have a point of view. Knows not where she's going to. Isn't she a bit like you and me?
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