take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die. i don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry, i'm setting off, but not without my muse
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stay, I've been loving you for quite some time, you think that it's funny when I'm mad but I think that it's best if we both stay. I'd only dated self indulgent takers who took all of their problem out on me but you carry my groceries .
from the faun 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 in the towers of your honeycomb, I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darling, when you're filling out 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢.
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Cos’è disegnare? Come ci si arriva? E’ l’atto di aprirsi un passaggio attraverso un muro di ferro invisibile che sembra trovarsi tra ciò che si sente e che si può.