we arrive. all burnt hair and singed voices. in the hollow economy of lust.
love is a special kind of violence. all small bites and delicate cuts.we begin. as everything does. strident and stark. struggling for breath.
life is a curious puzzle. more missing pieces than anything else.
we learn. by bruises and by fractures. animals in human faces.
savage. because that is what the world has made us.
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