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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

– ID: excerpt from "The Collected Poems: The Rival," Sylvia Plath

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Closer towards January's uropygium - My love is both estranged & endangered.

– D C de Oliveira | Forlornly, Defunct | January 27, 2023 | Friday, 9.20pm

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Where can I hide in this January? Wide-open city with a mad death-grip...

– Osip Mandelstam (translated by Andrew Davis)

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May your January be filled with lots of love, and the coziest sweaters.

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Maybe January light will consume my heart with its cruel ray

– I do not love you except because I love you, Pablo Neruda

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To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.

– Jean-Paul Sartre

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January pitches her voice over the noise: last year's ghosts are dead, that's reason enough to celebrate.

– Angelea Lowes

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Like you I love love, life, the sweet smell of things, the sky-blue landscape of January days.

– from Roque Dalton's poem, Like You

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January.

It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year.

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I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

– Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

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"I am rudely alive."

- Clarice Lispector, from A Breath Of Life.

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OCTOBER THROUGH DECEMBER IS LIT. DONT EVEN ARGUE. HAPPY HALLOTHANKSMAS !!

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If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

Sarah Waters, The Paying Guests, 2014

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How do I look away now that I have seen you?

Rachel Mennies, from "April 18, 2017” The Naomi Letters

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What I feel for you – it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.

Katherine Mansfield, The Collected Letters of Kathering Mansfield: Volume Four: 1920- 1921

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The things I want, I want with you.

Sarah Kane, Complete Plays; from 'Crave'