remember to drink lots of water, because your insides are a swampy bog and a water shortage would affect the local frog population
“I liked Hell, I liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. The worst had happened. What else could hurt me (…)”— Marie Howe, from Magdalene: The Addict in “Magdalene: Poems”
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Due to personal reasons I’ll be going feral
And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer,
And again there was silence, and again the ghost
of summer.
And again there was silence, and again the ghost
of summer.
Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; “Stravinsky’s “Jeremiah””
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