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‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’

Words by Clementine Von Radics

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if we are mutuals we will be reborn into the same cicada horde

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I am ready science people cannot hurt me

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"The Alpilles" and "Mont Gaussier", Yoann Crépin

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I can feel myself decaying as you speak

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fags of a feather frot together

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My insecurities are well fed.

They ate all my glooten !

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google how to connect with the body google define sensuality google define sensation define pleasure. Google is there something wrong with me google what is wrong with me google how to lie back and. take it i mean google how to become an active participant google how to be less afraid google turning the it into my google define the edges of my body define sensation define me

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One of the sacred rules has been broken

By no fault of mine is what they all say

But who here maintains the thought of the universe ?

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w. h. auden, marginalia

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My hands are worn and tired

as if sanded with time

because I keep weaving

a pattern older than most

a recollection of all past

grievances and those

that have yet to be :

a coalescence of all futures.

Look at the crevices on my skin

like endless meadows for our

wilderness to g(r)aze upon

peacefully as if time itself

was ever so gentle with us.

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Never say anything

simply change your whole life

accommodate the new

like a fabric whose every hole

have been patched over

the years, cannot do more damage

and make you something you are not

you were meant to change

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the bog gave me a vision

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forgit

fəˈɡɪt

verb

To forgive and forget.

A true gift born of sympathy for both self and other.

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