1/18/2014 06:02:00 PM

at last you, will say (maybe without speaking)

(there are mountains inside your skull garden and chaos,
ocean and hurricane; certain corners of rooms,
portraits of great-grandmothers,
curtains of a particular shade; your deserts;
your private dinosaurs; the first woman)

 all i need to know:
tell me everything
just as it was
from the beginning.

— Margaret Atwood —

Dem words.

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