I watched you lose interest in someone you said you’d love till the end of time. From that moment on I realized I’d never fully trust the words of a lover’s mouth again.
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Life is for deep kisses, strange adventures, midnight swims and rambling conversations.
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Lines from Anne Sexton’s poem, The Black Art – the epigraph for Helen Vitoria’s book, Corn Exchange (currently reading.)
oh god 2.0 