Sometimes I want to be alone even as I journey, my heart is not content and then I take notice of the one that’s important to me

There’s something about
Smoking a cigarette
In the dead of night
When the only thing
That seems to light the way
Is the flickering end
Of something
That can kill you

c.k.

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Are you an angel?
                  Maybe . . .

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I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

Franz Kafka, The Castle

If I were to lose you, I should be lost.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice

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