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“I don’t want worship. I want understanding.”— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
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“As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.”— Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)
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mom said it’s my turn to be ached for, to have someone feel a stab of hunger for me, to feel nourishment at the sight of me. give it now
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