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& I was given things I couldn’t take care of. Trifles – withstanding death’s gate as heirlooms, becoming. A freckle between breasts. We forged our histories.
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& I was given things I couldn’t take care of. Trifles – withstanding death’s gate as heirlooms, becoming. A freckle between breasts. We forged our histories.
Literature, Poetry& I was given things I couldn’t take care of. Trifles – withstanding death’s gate as heirlooms, becoming. A freckle between breasts. We forged our histories.
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