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The Longing for Communion by Flyte, 8/17/23

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Khalym Kari Burke-Thomas, from ‘Carib Woman, 1818′

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Federico García Lorca, from Blood Wedding

Text ID: violent and filled with great sensuality.

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I want to do things so wild with you that I don’t know how to say them. 

Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953′

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— Blythe Baird, from “If My Body Could Speak.”

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Wine isn’t strong enough. It’s blood I want.

Henry Miller; A Literate Passion, the Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller

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“You’re [a] monster. But so am I—which is why I can’t turn away from you.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

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“I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs.”

— Excerpt from ‘As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh,’ by Susan Sontag 

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This is why we dance: Because screaming isn’t free.

Please tell me: Why is anger–even anger–a luxury to me?

— Mohammed El-Kurd, from “This Is Why We Dance,” Rifqa

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Grit: A Poetry Collection, Silas Denver Melvin

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“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W. S. Merwin, Separation

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Kyla Jamieson, “I Need A Poem,” in Body Count [ID in ALT]

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“What to do with the heart in rage.”

— Prageeta Sharma, from “My Poem About Last Sounds,” published in Boston Review

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𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

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Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

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Adélia Prado, from The Mystical Rose: Selected Poems translated by Ellen Doré Watson; "Chamberpot"

Text ID: My heaven is gothic / and on fire.