Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Friday, December 23, 2016
A borrowing
"In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones."
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