#translated literature

I am powerless toward you as well as toward myself—1000 letters from you and 1000 desires from me will not convince

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Awake, my dear. Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of Light And let

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Please, Milena, come up with another way for me to write you. Sending fake cards is too dumb; also I don’t always know

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I’m not saying goodbye. There isn’t any goodbye, unless gravity, which is lying in wait for me, pulls me down entirely. But

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