What can I give you when I have little to give? I am not empty but I don't have much. Can I offer you a jest when your house bursts in laughter? Can I offer you a match when your street is lined with lamps? My love is not the quilt you use on a cold night nor a color your pick to paint your fence. It's a cobblestone you step on on your brick-paved way home, but, it is mine to give.
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Characters (Main) Ko Munyeong - writer (writes children's books); anti-social Moon Gang-tae - caregiver, spent most of his life looking... -
Yesterday, I sat down with my demons because Bukowski told me to do so I served them tea, without milk. No need to offer an apology for the ...