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Re: Questions you HATE people asking you... -
January 7th 2010, 06:52 PM
"How tall are you?"
I'm standing right here. Can't you see how tall I am?
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find it to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;
Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of the big surf that breaks all day.
-Exiled, Edna St. Vincent Millay
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