I look at you and see all the ways
a soul can bruise, and I wish
I could sink my hands into your flesh
and light lanterns along your spine
so you know that there's nothing
but light
when I see you.
Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being - "A Thousand Paper Cranes"
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General Fiction"I never knew how pretty I was until I met you." A meditation on the inevitability of aging, (the eventual corruption of) beauty, and soul-destroying loneliness.
