When he puts his mouth against her shoulder
she is uncertain whether her shoulder
has given or received the kiss.
All her flesh is like a mouth.
written by
she is uncertain whether her shoulder
has given or received the kiss.
All her flesh is like a mouth.
written by
Leonard Cohen, You Have the Lovers
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I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.
written by Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via noturnes)
written by Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via noturnes)
