"The woman who cherished her suffering is dead. I am her descendant.
I love the scar-tissue she handed on to me,
but I want to go on from here with you,
fighting the temptation to make a career of pain."
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fallen from the fig tree
love it. I'll grab your hands and cast away the scabs. Then we'll walk towards rebirth together.
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