My words

Some evenings fall more softly than others, with pastels instead of hammers, and a thousand or more stars fall between your heart and mine. I study loneliness the way one would a foreign language, let the feel of all the solitary vowels roll over and over on my tongue. I am in the wild and lovely middle of my imaginary life.

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