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In grief, you toss and turn, left and right; not even on a bed made of clouds will you find peace. But when love has found you, when the heart grows quiet and full, you can fall asleep— even on rocks.

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Kawarezayi

35 / M / Sweden

Published: Jan 25
LinesWords: 941

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