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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

Sin

3 years ago. Wednesday, December 7, 2022 at 5:05 PM

 

[She] fuses with the living natural world…

Doves fly from the peaks of her breasts…

She is either feverishly alive or hopelessly dead. 

 

~Forugh Farrokhzad

 


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