mardi 19 février 2019

Flesh of My Flesh

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“In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; /
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: /
My feeble pulse forgot to play; /
I fainted, sunk, and died away.”
—Sappho

Thirteen didn’t know she could feel like a supernova at her own hand.

Words: 2173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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