So beautiful, my utter of love held at the tip of the tongue. Love is hard to stop. For every breath you exhale my heart beats times faster. Let me delineate the little things you do that drive me mad and put me at a loss.
Lei. 1994. Female.
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore. —Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
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