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synapses | sonnet sixteen

talk to me about scars…
they are proof that you exist,
they are testament that you loved,
that you could forgive, that you

are trying after you stumbled,
that what we have between us
matters more than any pain or
anger or injustice we know,

that our words suffice because
we mean them, that our desires
include nourishing the dreams

we share and making them
come true, that there is nothing
better than faith.

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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.