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You remind me of the way cold fruit tastes

on a summer afternoon

Of warmth blooming in my chest after a shot of liquor

burning as it settles into my bones

And gains ground against my common sense

or was it sense of caution?

Perhaps in truth my self control

-R

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

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“Just because you bury something doesn’t mean that it stops existing.”

— Jenny Han

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.”

— Oscar Wilde

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love will be the death of me

I can't love in half measures

I put my heart on the chopping block

bare and unprotected

every time

I will forgive

and forgive

and for you,

give

until there is nothing but a stain

I will collect what I can

nursing it back to health

only to love again

hoping this time there will be more

for me to put back together

never expecting more than a sliver

to remain