| margaret_atwood | ||
| Piso Mojado | "i*m suspended, as in airports or dentists* waiting rooms, expecting yet another interlude that will be textureless and without desire, like a painkiller or the interiors of planes." | 031120 |
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| Piso Mojado | "In my dreams of this city, I am always lost." | 031120 |
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| Piso Mojado | "Instead he says, "You are very silent." He touches my cheek. "Mysterious." I do not feel mysterious, but vacant." | 031120 |
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| maybe.. | the handsmaid's tale? | 031120 |
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| magicforest |
cat's eye she is an amazing writer captures you and sends you reeling awestruck i resent not blathing her first is speechless |
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| Piso Mojado |
and your shadow is not your shadow but your reflection |
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| mous |
You fit into me like a hook into an eye. A fish hook. An open eye. |
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