Physical Poetry

July 2012

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“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.” —Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem 

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“He is exactly
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“There’s a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It’s like breathing. You have to do it or you’ll die. And when it’s over, your soul starts to bleed. There’s no pain in the world like it, I swear.” —Susan Wiggs, Summer At Willow Lake (via simply-quotes)

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