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amataalp styled by ashlingmassoumi
on the road
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; βEatβ
[Text ID: βI am trying to stop doing / things that donβt make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
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THE CAVITY AND THE WOUND; THE OPENING AND THE EYE; THE CYCLE AND THE ANOMALY
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I always wanted to be a saintbut I thought I’d be one of the miserable
ones sainted by pain burnt alive inside
a brazen bull instead I weep openly at obnoxious
beauty cello music comes infrom blocks away and I lose it completely— Kaveh Akbar, from “I Won’t Lie This Plague of Gratitude,” in Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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