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what of death
posted by imani , Thursday, March 25, 2010 at 8:14 PM, in Labels:

what of death
does a fresh,
intolerant bud
know?
it understands
nothing save
fear, darkness,
the annihilation
of a make-
believe
universe,
it understands
nothing save
pain, a sudden,
screaming halt
that neglects
and forbid
time from
ever happening
again.

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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.