i am barely an animal
no divine hope
or angelic voice to fill me
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The younger girls had not yet learned the lessons of discretion; they trusted one another with their hearts’ secrets and were regularly betrayed.
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What is lost is lost, we have
to learn to carry that loss on
Lots of folks fall in love with me
now that I’m safely dead…
in my mouth
the queen bee sleeps
I must not disturb her
with the rhythm of clean.
“Shoot!” your father cries.
For as long as you have known him,
that is what he would say.
Camus had a sudden awakening in his dark room, “with the sounds of a city that has suddenly become strange. And everything is strange to me, everything...the world has become merely an unknown landscape where my heart can lean on nothing.”
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