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"I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name."
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name."
“Goodnight,” J. Bradley
(not that this needs any additional content, but didn't that make your eyebrows turn down in a swoon like manner? Is it just me or doesn't every woman want this said to her in the warmest of voices and followed by the strongest of hands?
i buckled )
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