Ilyana Wolfe (
thewolfeinwillowell) wrote2013-09-21 12:45 pm
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I fancied you'd grow old the way you'd said
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
From "Villanelle - Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath