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White Parrot Tulips

- Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

he was another knife， i could feel it. a different sort， but a knife still. i did not care. i thought: give me the blade. some things are worth spilling blood for.

you’re broken; you still work, go to sleep, eat, talk, walk all the same———but barely breathing.

you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.

a taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.

my biggest fear is that you'll begin to see me the way i see myself.

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