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I think there’s something happy and right about us mating.
That night how you. Chest flying. Tonight my house creaks.
Somewhere swings open a gate we all know we all want.

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'Being alive again. I don’t know how to do it.'
'Does anyone?'

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if this is how it feels to care about someone so permanently alive — like walking on his hands on the edge of a painfully sharp knife — then what must it feel like to love someone who’s already dead?

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take action in your heart and be careful whom you love—for a lover who dies, no matter how forgotten, will take somewhat of you to the grave.

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She’s constructed herself as a hall of mirrors, and it’s been easy, because men only see themselves and admire how pretty they look.

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So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog
of non-definitive acts,
something other than the desperation.

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But time runs on time and starvation and the weakness carries me in across the gray regions. And the soul’s dark night will slowly be lowered through me.

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There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

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Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

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The world is getting stuck on something, one moment that doesn’t really fit into its pattern. Because the world likes to make sense, you understand. It’s cold and unfeeling but not cruel.

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The assumption that everyone else is like you. That you are the world.

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I am quiet, I bury no one, blood is drying beneath my nails. I do not know which me it belongs to.

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We are so lightly here
It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear.

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some core part of the self thinks even beauty and warmth is a graduation of violence.

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we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

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A seraph gets lost in the sheets of some moon-eyed man, his wings ruffled by the dance of human sin. He will tell no one, but will hold the memory of the man’s skin like a pot of gold.

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the Great Enigma can’t be thought of unless you turn the head the other way, and come upon thinking with the eye that you fear, which is called the back of the head; it’s the one we use when looking at the beloved in a dark place, and she is a long time coming from a great way.

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They’re all going forward, not back. They can’t ever go back. And of all the futures he’s ever been offered, he’s glad he chose this one.

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As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.

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If love is going to be done differently I will have to do it. I don’t mean as a messiah-thing, I mean as a me-thing. I don’t want to retreat into plant life, or have the same bad dream every night. I don’t want to watch a city burn because I was there.