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That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out. Andrea Gibson, Yarn (via perfumerie)
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think. Lord Byron (via floriental)