Concatenate — by PILCROW

March 26, 2010

for Saylor “It doesn’t really matter” (a sky is heavy, even an empty space) “It never really mattered” (a body is heavy, even an empty vessel) “It will never really matter” (you mattered too much; you were real, you were more than matter) My words carry nothing. I cannot say “you never really mattered.” Matter [...]

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