Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning.
(Anne Sexton)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
'it's a golden prison...'
"It's a golden prison. The light on my hair cries for memory, for anything to weigh it down. All this time I've been hanging, the secret tides of my body staying high."
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