Poem To A Horse

Poem To A Horse
Made by Isa M.

Saturday, 5 April 2008

love is..

From Prozac Nation: I understand why people sometimes want to kill their lovers, eat their lovers, inhale the ashes of their dead lovers. I understand that this is the only way to possess another person with the kind of desperate longing that I have to take him inside me.

These days I think i've come to understand, for the first time in my life, the true meaning of this line.True feelings are always selfish.

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