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“The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of infinite things finally understood, the humiliating feeling of the watcher’s nothingness.”
- The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born, Ayi Kwei Armah

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Bukowski said that.

He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.

- Possession, A.S. Byatt

In the average person, I imagine, the body precedes language. In my case, words came first of all; then-belatedly, with every appearance of extreme reluctance, and already clothed in concepts-came the flesh. It was, as goes without saying, sadly wasted by words.

- Yukio Mishima, Sun and Steel

But you were young, and you had
Plenty of time:
Going west,

You slept on the train and did not smile.
Under you the plains widened, turned silver.

You slept with your mouth open.

You were nothing,
You were snow falling through the ribs
Of the dead.

You were all I had

too long, you waited too long to come home.
now you're dead and i don't want you no more

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