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i’m afraid that this sadness will never leave

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i hope lover girls are having an amazing day

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“He can almost taste the clementine she peels back, sweetening her neckline.”

— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry (12 January 2018)

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that’s between me and my delusions

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keep the sun in your heart

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I want to be cuddled by my husband so bad

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The brown bunny (2003), Vincent Gallo

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“She held out her arms, her face softening with love, I took her two hands to my mouth and kissed each slowly so that I could memorise the shape of her knuckles. I didn’t only want Louise’s flesh, I wanted her bones, her blood, her tissues, the sinews that bound her together. I would have held her to me though time had stripped away the tones and textures of her skin. I could have held her for a thousand years until the skeleton itself rubbed away to dust.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Written On The Body

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It’s not about giving her the world, it’s about making her feel like she’s the only one in it.

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Richard Siken, from Crush “Little Beast”

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“…the ability to bloom in sweet pain.”

— Thomas Mann, tr. by Willard R. Trask, from “The Black Swan,” wr. c. 1954

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Ada Limón, , from a poem titled "It Begins with the Trees," featured in The Hurting Kind: Poems

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