I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Contributed By: Catullus, David Macey
I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
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But if // you leave it be, refuse to name it, yellow / eyes dance in the jar of the night like stars.
Blue jays peel out their autumn / tongues for you. Juncos plunge from winter feeders just to / crack their wings in your presence. The bodies show no / bruises yet are broken all the same.
Her gift, which she discovered when she was sixteen, consists of looking at these pieces of garbage and watching them take the shape of a human being.
