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“And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good.
Good, like flipping off the preacher
whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher,
‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.”
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“I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”
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“You shall not twist my bones
into a star’s shape, nor plant my hair
as roots for the dreams of the living;
and if you open my heart
and run your poet’s fingers
over its walls and cushions
you will find it is like yours,
dark.”