- ♡emma♡har citeretfor 3 år siden
All we do is dance in leaves.
Cackle and Dreaming, we call it.
Our mothers call it grief - ♡emma♡har citeretfor 3 år sidenWhat a marvel
to share my body, comfortable in it,
with you, my rushlight, who did not hurt me - ♡emma♡har citeretfor 3 år sidenHow many generations does it take
to become feral, to no longer be broken in? - ♡emma♡har citeretfor 3 år sidenI had forgotten how
profoundly loved
I have been - ♡emma♡har citeretfor 3 år sidenThere are two men inside me, and they’re not speaking
- ♡emma♡har citeretfor 3 år sidenHe asks if I’m happy, and I say yes. See how easy it is
to get here, he says. Yes,
I say. But you have to take me back
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