Mar 2020
A love-lit bolt has run us through --
now less can never suffice.
So we wander in vain
through mist, through rain
for chance that it might strike twice.
now less can never suffice.
So we wander in vain
through mist, through rain
for chance that it might strike twice.
Does anyone remember when this site had that little lightning bolt that would turn yellow when you had new notifications? I miss that thing.
(28/F)
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