The Mystic Soul..
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Friday, July 8, 2016
I wish I had that kind of love,
we don't call lust.
That care we don't call pretence.
I wish that it wasn't just a moment but a lifetime of forgiveness.
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