To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.
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To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.
“The yoke uneasy on the ox doth sit
Till by degrees his stubborn neck does bow.
So Love’s opposers do at last submit
And gladly drudge at the accustom’d plough.”
Philip Ayres | “Fair and Softly”