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I like to imagine that Adam’s tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight.

Thought:

“The endings are always so obvious when we think back on them. The wounds make noise like starlight; later, later, later.”

Lisa Marie Basile | Nympholepsy

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