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❝ sometimes you speak stars into being (they are very small but very bright) and other times the words that fall out take root and grow into briar roses and morning glories

(or is it mourning, glory?)

sometimes you drag yourself out of bed or into bed and leave bloody footprints in your wake and if you listen clearly you can hear troy falling and achilles roaring but other times it’s only the hush of rain welling in the imprints of toes, arch, heel
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sometimes you laugh and smile and dance and drink and i think, dionysus has returned but other times i see you limp, and i think of hephaestus, who works wonders even so ❞