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This form of love is like the pain
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards,
of what kind of screams and grimaces
it pushed you into.
— Jul 11, 2012 05:53AM
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards,
of what kind of screams and grimaces
it pushed you into.
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Khareen
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If she were here she would
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.
— Aug 14, 2012 05:18PM
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.
Khareen
is on page 49 of 144
if I clutch at my heart and scream in horror
like a third-rate actress chewing up a made scene,
I do it in private and nobody sees
but the bathroom mirror.
— Jul 11, 2012 09:31PM
like a third-rate actress chewing up a made scene,
I do it in private and nobody sees
but the bathroom mirror.
Khareen
is on page 30 of 144
Somehow I never succeeded
in being taken seriously.
— Jul 11, 2012 05:57AM
in being taken seriously.
