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Wish I could live in a sentence incarcerated for life among U words.
Want to be that flower that lost count of its breaths somewhere in a haiku or a sonnet, lifeless and wrecked, smeared in ink, in a dusty pile of books swallowing sunshine by U window
—Sakshi Narula
Chie Yoshii
🤍I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about U the whole night, whole week, whole year
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights