My boyfriend got me this poetry book of David Berman of Silver Jews. The poems are so beautiful and honest, i can't stop reading them over and over again. David Berman only recently decided to stop with Silver Jews, shame 'cause I really love their music. I hope he'll be writing more nice books like this instead.
'I remember the night we camped out and I heard her whisper 'think of me as a place' from her sleeping bag with the centaur print'
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