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I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
To a freakn fault
from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems
[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]
Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004
[Text ID: “Any fear, any / memory will do; and if you’ve . got a heart at all, someday / it will kill you”]
first they stole my heart, then they made it whole
mountaineer-at-heart