Walking back last night,
numb fingers, last cigarette;
darkness in her room.
numb fingers, last cigarette;
darkness in her room.
posted by The Viennese at 5:25 AM
I WENT TO THE WOODS BECAUSE I WANTED TO LIVE DELIBERATELY. I WANTED TO LIVE DEEP AND SUCK OUT ALL THE MARROW OF LIFE. TO PUT TO ROUT ALL THAT WAS NOT LIFE, AND NOT, WHEN I HAD COME TO DIE, DISCOVER THAT I HAD NOT LIVED.
posted by The Viennese at 5:25 AM
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