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“I could feel the ties that bound us tugging taut, like an embroidery thread knotted to her ribs and mine. ”

Ok poetry

Love and pain grew in a thorny grove inside me, impossible to disentangle from one another.

I learned how to survive in the cutthroat world of girlhood, where all strangeness was unrooted as ruthlessly as weeds from a garden.

Right and wrong don’t exist, Laura. They’re fairy tales made up by priests and parents. There is only art and ugliness, and I’m willing to suffer any indignity for the sake of art.

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