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why is the human body composed of such capricious tubes
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John Yau, from "Borrowed Love Poems," featured in Boston Review (edited)
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But the thing I will never admit to anyone who’s met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don’t think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don’t know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
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whoever came up with kissing someone's hand as a sign of respect knew what they were doing. slut.
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Dorothea Lasky, from "Misunderstood," in Thunderbird
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Do not dull your teeth on those unworthy of your rage
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in the shadow of wishing you happy birthday, was the thought that i wanted to die.
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it's too passive to be regret, but too soft to be guilt or shame
the yearning i feel sometimes is so strange. like i'll feel absolutely melancholy and a sense of longing will consume everything i am that day. there's no respite, only this yawning sense of mourning for something more or something that will never be.
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the good news is you're going to feel. the bad news is you're going to feel.
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"My greetings, torment ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
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