"I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing...
She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that ...
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