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Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Coming Winter,"

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[Text ID: Yours, yours. I was painted for you.]

— Donna Tartt, from “The goldfinch.”

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barbara dzērve-ozoliņa

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Όταν ακουμπούσες το χέρι σου

στο γόνατο μου ή στον ώμο μου

ή στην μέση μου

άλλαζε στάση ο κόσμος.

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Γιάννης Ρίτσος

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custom piece leah (@ earthangel.tat222 on ig) did for me <3

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Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "She Considers Evading Him,"

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my edit x

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Something in me wants more. I can't rest.

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

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— Lord Byron, from “To the Countess of Blessington.”

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“More love is found in grief than in love itself.”

—Lang Leav, September Love

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