Analicia Sotelo, from Virgin: Poems; โSouth Texas Persephoneโ
[Text ID: โLook now: my heart / is a fist of barbed wire.โ]
Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; โThe Friendโ
[Text ID: โstop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I donโt exist. / I should leave.โ]
Abandoned Stone Hands Sculpture, Japan. ๅผ็็ๅ้จ็พๆบ็ณไบกๅใฎๅทจๅคง้พ็ฝๅฑฑๆใโ toshibo
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he kissed my scars and said: โyou taste like the love others would drown in, but my thirst for you will always remain.โ
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“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”— Helen Keller