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unclefather:

we take for granted all the times our nose isn’t stuffy

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datassium:

finally

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You’ve kept your heart hard and hidden,
you unsuspecting, solemn thing,
determined to keep the stone beating
in your rotting chest
a secret.

Love for you was such a flood
and you drowned in her-
in the softness of flesh,
in the sweetness of breath,
in the sun that slept her veins.

She tastes red
like pomegranate,
like blood.

She tastes gold
like nectar,
like salvation.

Emily Palermo, Hades (via starredsoul)

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