a new trail in old forest

Koson Ohara - Egret On Rainy Night
YOUR BODY TASTES OF FIGS AND OLIVES, and I am here to devour you, bite after delicious bite. Your heart tastes of the kindness of strangers and of the faith that only a child knows. I love that, so I'll eat your heart last, holding it fast in my red-stained fingers.
james lee jobe
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Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.
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