When once I thought of beauty
it was the sliver of a sunset
or the first snow on barren branches
but how could I have known?
How could I know the truth?
How could I know
having never
known you?
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
When once I thought of beauty
it was the sliver of a sunset
or the first snow on barren branches
but how could I have known?
How could I know the truth?
How could I know
having never
known you?
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