I admit I still think of you, hold
the
memory with gentle fingers, try to
wash away our sins over and over
again. But I would rather cut out
my own tongue and devour it before
I ever say your name out loud again.
– Nikita Gill
memory with gentle fingers, try to
wash away our sins over and over
again. But I would rather cut out
my own tongue and devour it before
I ever say your name out loud again.
– Nikita Gill
I may think of you softly from
time
to time. But I’ll cut off my hand
before I ever reach for you again.
– Arthur Miller
to time. But I’ll cut off my hand
before I ever reach for you again.
– Arthur Miller
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