“any moment now that sun would burst into a ball of flame, a furnace to stifle the heart of Petites Cendres, his soul felt blood-raw, liquefied deep down inside him, in a pale, cold sea where the need that gnawed… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
Never mind, I'll never find someone like you. Who broke my heart into pieces, And Once again! Without me knowing you've burnt my heart to stone — Ryaj Ablando Catayas Copy Share Image
