Aren't you amazed

that the Street of Solitude is teeming with people, and that you are never more lonely than you are when with friends?

Yours to comment

Didn't you know

that mists are the souls of forsaken lovers that derive life from the sighs of lovers

at parting

and then only for a moment?

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Do undeliverable love letters close ranks and discuss for eternity the what-ifs, if-onlys and could-have-beens?

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