Where lives love now
ezer agyin

how readily the acid solidifies and gives vent to one of our deepest hungers — to punish what pains us. God save us from what would finish off the whisps of our spine, our flesh, our life and our soul. i am sorry for that pain — ache and torment which i also abhor

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