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Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

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sorry for yelling again i just need to be sure the certainty that you won't shoot right where you saw me bleed i just need a few more days maybe a few more weeks or years i don't want to keep you waiting but maybe this wound won't heal would i be too ugly for you if it never healed? does it bother you to see the scabs forming? the blood gushing out again on any given Sunday? or the smell of old copper that rises when it opens? forgive me for that i promise to always use a bandaid maybe even one with a pretty pattern just pretty and simple like a woman should be

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— prtygal777

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(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)

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Songs cursed by a tormented soul that will be played at your wedding

You brought her into your mess You put her in the middle of it all She will always be there when the music is played She will always be in everything she planted first This soil will always be cursed by her and this is your curse For leaving trails of pain and chaos wherever you go For not having cleaned the blood, for not having burned the bridges For not having told the truth that reaps all illusion For having awakened something without the intention of cultivating it No matter how long you stay or go She will torment every note, every sound, every drop of blood that has her DNA It will always be among you, until you bury her and let her tormented soul go

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959 (my translation)

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maio 23

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o que eu já sei pode ganhar do que eu ainda tenho a descobrir?

(quando ainda ouvia as musicas que eu te mostrava)

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Dostoevsky was right, my worst sin is, in fact, destroying and betraying myself for nothing.

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Joaquín Nin, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

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join me in my dreams