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2 years ago
If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter,
then briny, then surely burn your tongue.
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
drawn from the cold hard mouth
of the world, derived from the rocky breasts
forever, flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
- Gwendolyn Brooks
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4 months ago

my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell by gwendolyn brooks
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4 months ago

You are Spring.
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this is so much more comforting to me than a simple dont die
when i think 'dont die' i am overwhelmed. it is exhausting to imagine so far into the future
but death will wait is calming
its saying just for right now its okay
you can wait
and death will always be there for you
i lOVE that
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to the young who want to die