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“we were born
sirens prone to
seafoam
demise”

"wait
for me to
spread my lips, tongue
in all the crevices of your
chiaroscuro,
only to drown
in the bitterness of the wine,
in the sweetness of the apricot,
the fragrance of rose water, the
sweet water,
tartness of pomegranate."

"Whores can't be raped, they say."

"He is the kind of man you know will fuck you up, even if it is business."

"We are sitting in Starbucks, writing notes to each other. Half lies and half desires."

"Girls learn defeat before they learn love."

"I want to come home. Perform a ritual while the moon's
bloody harvest rains all over me, sleeping on the alter you
built. I will be sleeping under the willow tree, the lilacs.
Then burn the money that belongs to my darkest self."

"Life isn't worth throwing away your cigarettes, dumping your wine, drifting in dreams alone..."

"Tenderness has always smelled of fear"

"Dawn will rise, the grass will
produce dew, the moths will
wither in the light,
but divinity/human experience
is felt in
waves and caresses."