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"i will be the gladdest thing under the sun! i will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one."
may 9 2023 ∞
apr 4 2025 + "i imagine my heart a revolver warm as your chest beneath my hand & every chamber of it open & totally empty. spin the cylinder of it atrium & watch how nothing comes out. how, if there are any miracles left at all it is this: that i am still capable of love." may 9 2023 ∞
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