January 2012
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In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the...
– C. Baudelaire
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Hysteria
How will we survive? They continue to ask. No one ever does. There’s so much grief in breaking for bread.
Hysteria - all we’ve ever known.
No birth without blood. No confusion without us. The book of nightmares carries the moan. Our bodies in a war knot tightening.
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