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Okuma Hedefleri
I never want the night except when dawn
Is making it melt into gold and azure.
That of which my soul is unsure
Is what I must possess, that only
I have no ambitions or wants.
To be a poet is no ambition of mine.
It is my way of staying alone.
But I care, deeply. I find humans dull except in grief.
Okur Takip Önerileri
She was ordinary. She was remarkable. Of such commonplace contradictions are weapons made.
“If Peter hadn't known him better, he'd have thought Hook looked miserable. It was like looking in a mirror, and he didn't know what to make of seeing his own grief in the face of his enemy.”
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