september, 44th

"oh, when i was in love with you,
then i was clean and brave,
and miles around the wonder grew
how well did i behave.
and now the fancy passes by,
and nothing will remain,
and miles around they'll say that i
am quite myself again.

[ – a. e. housman ]

but i have always been myself. i was just hiding. under something, someone, somewhatever, i believe. well, at least i think i believe. make me forget. see you next year.


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