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denys, 21, canada.
We love each other like brutes. Gorgeously
and twilled. Any geography is hard. The skin
ends where skin ends.
It’s mapless. I want to be borrowed, to be
assembled, again. To feel a tug on the other
side of the string.
Kimberly Grey, “Saudade,” published in
Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.
As Simple As Snow