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Echoes of the Past, Words for Today.
W.B. Yeats
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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David Levithan, Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares
a half-pause in a torrent of thought during which life stutters into being. I want to take you in the breathless spaces between ellipses where passion builds and shudders into a trailing afterthought.
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