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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
~ Robert Frost (via
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
~ She was always holding my hand (via