April is the cruelest month, breedingT. S. Eliot
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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about me;
- rachael evelyn
- je suis un rêveur.
i'm sinking like a stone in the sea.
i'm burning like a bridge for your body.
But I was born in April...
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