#especially compared to

me late at night in my house whenever I hear some buzzing noise: *takes crucifix* bEEs??¿¿??

XXXIII Did I know love once? Was it love or grief, This grave body by where I had lain, And my heart, a single stubborn leaf That will not die, though root and branch be slain? Though warm in dark between the breasts of Death, That other breast forgot where I did lie, And from the tree are stripped the leaves of breath, There’s still one stubborn leaf that will not die But restless in the sad and bitter earth, Gains with each dawn a death, with dusk a birth.