“their heart grew cold
they let their wings down”
― Sappho
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In our enthrallment with ourselves, and in our satisfaction with our ability to manipulate that which we posit to love: we poison, erode, and destroy.
Sometimes the object of our affection hangs on, desperately hoping.
Sometimes we chain her, desperate ourselves.
and Sometimes
Sometimes... she packs up her hope in a neat little package and buries it next to her heart, before quietly walking away.
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