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date: 2019-08-14 weight: 19 background: “#082010” color: ‘#aba’ quote: ‘#cdc’ pulse_light: true

And?

And were I to catch fire, the flames would feel like silk against my skin, against freshly-shaven skin.

And?

And I feel like, were I to draw a blade along my limbs, to trace each long bone, each carpal, each tarsal, it would feel like ice, and the blood that came with would be my semen, and I would give birth to whole worlds through my flesh.

And?

And if I stop, I’ll surely die.

And?