Tuesday, March 31, 2015
"And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross." — Leonard Cohen
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so glad you're still posting after this amount of time. me too... ALL HAIL BLOGGERS
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