"The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin."
Oscar Wilde, writer (1854-1900)
// on the wind // I heard your name // on the grass // a long time ago // had to be a thousand years, at least // in the night // the though...
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