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    The soul is silent.
    If it speaks at all
    it speaks in dreams.

    Louise Glück, “Child Crying Out”
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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    I kissed your heart , you fucked mine.

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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    Waking up to the warmth of your presence, falling asleep in the absence of you; I have begun to think of you as both my sunrise and sunset: silently orchestrating the rising and falling of me.

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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    And the more deeply I felt
    the less able I was to respond.

    Louise Glück, “Timor Mortis” (via wordsnquotes)

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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    I always said we were dancers spinning circles around each other, getting closer and closer but never quite touching. Now I’m not even sure we’re dancing the same dance anymore.

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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss.

    Sigmund Freud
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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    And then, suddenly, something is over.

    Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012
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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

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    23.Apr.162 years ago
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    I closed my eyes, felt the sunlight on my thighs. To be beheld like that—it felt like glittering.

    Mary Szybist, from “On a Spring Day in Baltimore, the Art Teacher Asks the Class to Draw Flowers,” Incarnadine: Poems
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    20.Apr.162 years ago