Notes
"How often I have leapt into that fire,
how often burned like a torch, my hair
streaming sparks, and wakened to weep
ashes. I have said, love is a downer we take,
love is a habit like sucking on death tit cigarettes,
love is a bastard art. Instead of painting
or composing, we compose a beloved.
When you love for a living, I have said,
you're doomed to early retirement without benefits.
For women have died and worms have eaten them
and just for love. Love of the wrong man or
the right."
-Marge Piercy
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carly-h-116469 November 04, 2017
Beautiful
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