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Re-watching All about my Mother, I reached into my chest and whelped big whooping cries that prefaced my tears. The film resonates so deeply within me for some reason, I can't help but let out these little sad things and waver in the tender cathartic moments brought about by them. So often I need to release, but I hide it for days until I burst, ( Read more... )

He is my love. Sublime. Together we bury skeletons and rock houses. I saw him first in the dead of the night, it was November. Maybe it was my birthday. He showed up in my arms with a pale face and gave me his hands and in return, I gave him my heart.

( tango around the beaten path )

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