She who destroys the lightfirst seedDarling, you and I both knowin a better world I could be your Lethewrap around you, drown youerode everythingthat ever tried to bring your fate down on you.Still if I picked up the piecesI'd hear their soft hum—the one shells moan for the sea—for even then there would be places in youstill not free.second seedSurely women must have learned by nownever to trust fruit.A garden is a prison earnedand there is nothing satanic, nothing sacredabout hunger.Yet when your body curls in on itselfseduced by not-seeds that need only thirst to rootyou find your lips wetand what might be blood or j
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