A requiem for all the broken umbrellas of New York City.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Proud of My Broken Heart
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
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