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A love filled with softness and tenderness

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Mahmoud Darwish, Life To The Last Drop

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"Does it hurt?", Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

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"I did not do what was written...", Henrik Edoyan (translated by metamorphesque)

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im unstable....... juyeon???? lee juyeon?????????? what are you doing to me djlskdldkfkdkf

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I wonder if you miss me like I miss you

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"You don't love anew ...", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)

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tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”

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via weheartit

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Naomi Shihab Nye, from Fuel: Poems; “Hidden”

[Text ID: "If you tuck the name of a loved one / under your tongue too long / without speaking it / it becomes blood"]