This was all a dream, and it’s coming back to me.
A portrait in grayscale, a perfect betrayal.
And I can’t even breathe with this weighing on my chest.
You knew me at my best. Now I can’t even stand on my own.
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Mary Oliver
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
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i want to touch a leaf
i want a black eye i want to sleep in the grass i want bruises on my thighs i want mosquito bites i want bloody knees i want to wash my face with dew in the morning i want to have a nosebleed i want to wear makeup and not cry it all off before bedtime
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Tennessee Williams
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What can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your hands, until your fingers are broken?
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I’ll wrap my hands around your neck so tight with love, love.
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Dean Young
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