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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. Friday, December 9, 2022 at 6:50 PM

 

“And the night smells like snow.

Walking home for a moment you

almost believe you could start again.

And an intense love rushes to your heart,

                                and hope.

It’s unendurable, unendurable.”

 

— Franz Wright

 

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