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If Music Be The Food Of Love, I Have A Severe Dietary Imbalance

Posted on January 19, 2018 by nathanbiberdorf

I’m the worst kind of romantic In love with the idea of love Obsessed with infatuation A dreamer who dreams only of dreaming I write odes to ideas Sonnets to silhouettes of people I have never met I’m besotted by … Continue reading →

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