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Metaphorically, he was quite the man.
Beware those who’re quick to love.
You’re born; it’s downhill from there
She was cold, colder than memories…
I’m never alone with my thoughts
Isn’t everyone selfish? Well, except you!
Love is a naked, bloody mess.
There’s a permanence to paper. You can burn it and it’s gone forever, in a bluish haze of smoke. Or so you feel.
Where’d you have wanted time stopped?
You inhabit every moment of joy
hbhatnagar 