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03b78ac
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You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
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love
conflagration
veins
desire
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Cassandra Clare |
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I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think.
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silence
stars
light
nature
eloquent
fecundity
incomprehensible
womb
veins
stone
blood
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Henry Miller |
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Ed felt faint. Milk shake, as it turned out, was much less handy in your veins then, say, oxygen.
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oxygen
veins
milkshakes
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Francine Pascal |