a writer who finds words and inspiration in the eternal immortality of life


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“And the gardener said, ‘Little girl,
Little sunlit flower, 
You belong in the world above. 
Trust that they’ll come for you,
But while you wait                                                                     
Don’t eat the food of the dead, for it will trap you here.’
And I said 'give me the fucking fruit.'” 

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