Night Sky With Exit Wounds

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I didn’t know the cost of entering a song—was to lose your way back. So I entered. So I lost. I lost it all with my eyes wide open. (Location 57)

Stars. Or rather, the drains of heaven—waiting. Little holes. Little centuries opening just long enough for us to slip through. (Location 161)
his breath a misplaced weather. (Location 162)
He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him. (Location 173)
The field everywhere beneath me. How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet. Water whittled down to intention. Intention into nourishment. Everyone can forget us—as long as you remember. (Location 184)
the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting. (Location 243)

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I didn’t know the cost of entering a song—was to lose your way back. So I entered. So I lost. I lost it all with my eyes wide open. (Location 57)
Stars. Or rather, the drains of heaven—waiting. Little holes. Little centuries opening just long enough for us to slip through. (Location 161)
his breath a misplaced weather. (Location 162)
He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him. (Location 173)
The field everywhere beneath me. How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet. Water whittled down to intention. Intention into nourishment. Everyone can forget us—as long as you remember. (Location 184)
the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting. (Location 243)