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I know / what it is to stare at yourself in a shattered mirror // & not remember if it was you who broke it.

Natalie Scenters-Zapico, "My Gift" from Lima :: Limón

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The Rape Poems, Frances Driscoll

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Florence Welch performing in Italy, photographed by Elena Di Vincenzo.

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The Love Poems of Rumi, Bittersweet edited by Deepak Chopra First published 1273

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Between beings who love each other, is there not a place where they can always meet?

Albert Camus, from Correspondence: 1944-1959

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the eras tour, but make it pink

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Was yours the flesh of fruit so exotic I trembled just to touch it? Did your eyes hold all the depth of seas so azure blue that I was lost?

— JUDITH R. ROBINSON ⚜️ Orange Fire: Poems, (2013)

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—Anaïs Nin, "The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934"

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He […] wears the mark of a perfect black heart.

— JUDITH R. ROBINSON ⚜️ Orange Fire: Poems, (2013)

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Photo by Maley Dmitriy

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Was I the fool or the sorcerer who created you, invented you, dressed you in magic, loved you absurdly, breathed you, dreamed you?

— JUDITH R. ROBINSON ⚜️ Orange Fire: Poems, (2013)

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Bees, and After, John Liles

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Whose ancient eyes burned into yours such knowing?

— JUDITH R. ROBINSON ⚜️ Orange Fire: Poems, (2013)

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california rain / spring 23′

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When a myth branches, a single story is free to grow towards various meanings.

Katie Goh, Foreign Fruit: A Personal History of the Orange

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Bees, and After, John Liles