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RIP. Michelle Trachtenberg.
Todavรญa no lo creo... Parece tan irreal ๐ญ
On her hair the night has fallen, and from time to time it emanates a nocturnal glow: perhaps it's the thoughts to which she never gives a voice and which forsee what is about to come, thoughts that communicate with flowers exchanging waves of perfume.
[...] Her whole figure, too fluctuating to be simply soaring, sighs like a cypress tree facing the sky, moves like a wave resting and breathing...
From Constantin Christomanos's diary
i hate everyone.
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"We don't read a write poetry because it's cute.We read a write poetry because we are members of the human race.And the human race is filled with passion."
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