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savage light | poem eleven

come now, my love ~
you spoke ~
come closer and
rest within
the requiem
of this love i offer
in dawn and
in twilight
never again to
struggle in your
fears and
nightmares.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.