You see all night in your dreams. And the blue of my voice can’t help but see you.
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You see all night in your dreams. And the blue of my voice can’t help but see you.
“Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.”
Samuel Beckett | “The Expelled”