smooth as polished stone
marble bodies like three
for my –– sing! ––
How many times
have I died? How many alive?
I was a ghost. A breath. You
caught my scent. Made me flesh.
my world precious & so small though I am trying—
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“It can’t feel anything any longer,” said Teddy. “Everything that lives eventually dies. That’s the natural order of things.”
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If I were a pop idol in Japan, I would smile until my face hurt. I would like smiling. I would love smiling. I would have so many, many reasons to smile.
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“I know it isn’t supposed to make any sense,” I said, “but I can tell something in me has changed.”
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i am barely an animal
no divine hope
or angelic voice to fill me
The younger girls had not yet learned the lessons of discretion; they trusted one another with their hearts’ secrets and were regularly betrayed.
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