" let's talk about girls, gladiator hearts and glided edges. You remember sitting on a soft pink bed and it felt like the ocean, if the ocean was made of feathers and loneliness and magic, oh, maybe the ocean is. Bubble gum pop songs and blisters and blood because we are all trying to shake out the edges of our silly wishbone limbs and become something greater than who we are. Being a teenage girl is a catastrophe, is absolution is rapture. Bring a teenage girl is what will save us - you - me, I think. I watch the girl I used to be walk down a street at night and I can't help her anymore but maybe she can help me."
-salvation pt.ii | m.j. Pearl
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PoetryIn this very book lies poetry that I will never get over. I how you enjoy reading these lovely poems as much as I do.
