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I hate myself.
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"He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depressed the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too real chest."
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via larmoyante)
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I am the whore of Babylon! by Rachael Edge
Printed and looking good. I had this first verse hanging around for a while, finally got it into a bigger poem
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