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the River of forgetfulness

My hours are married to Shadows....

“In the hours they spent chewing my bones, I grew a stone for my heart, and poisoned the rivers that ran through me. I studied the bloodless moon.”
H.C.M
3 years ago. Wednesday, September 28, 2022 at 6:44 AM

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead.

It’s like being alive, only colder.

Things taste less.

They feel less.

You forget, little by little, who you were.

 

~Catherynne M. Valente

 

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