And all we knew
was
that love does
not echo
.
.
.
but only a faint
(and desperate
and frail
and vain
and despairingly thin)
whisper
into the loudest
silence of all.
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
And all we knew
was
that love does
not echo
.
.
.
but only a faint
(and desperate
and frail
and vain
and despairingly thin)
whisper
into the loudest
silence of all.
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