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“I have learned the secrets / of never having a home.”

“She was cold and hard and compact of brilliance as the moon itself,”

“…the woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for,”

“My soul throbs audibly along my pulses, yearning to be free and something farther, fuller, higher,”

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

“It is hard to stare at her, hard because she’s not the distant Girl who smiles at me anymore. She has become more than that, more than I expected her to become and more than I was looking for her to become. …It is hard to stare at her because as I know she is starting to love me, I am starting to love her. I don’t care what she’s done or who she’s done it with. I don’t care about whatever demons may be in her closet. I care about how she makes me feel and she makes me feel strong and safe and calm and warm and true.”

“If I had the ability to touch anyone else in this world, I still don’t believe I’d want it to be anyone but you.”

“Her nerves grew tighter. She began to question her own sanity, to despise herself, her own heart shaking with self-hatred and suspicion.”

“I cannot be admired, I am not a thing to be admired.”

“You showed me your love in the light of the stars.”

“A power pushes me toward a purpose I do not know.”

“Sadly, gently,”

My veins are filled with stories of survival.

“I long for the moon,”

“Yes, yes, once more kiss me, and let me feel you very near wanting me wholly,”