such a cool photo, Grace. And is this you?
And Imogen is a flight of fancy only, a created thing, and her love is the invented blackness of what love could be if I imagine the worst.So, love my Imogen, and she will slip through your fingers, the words on the page dissolve into nothing, and hearts break, and maybe your heart.Turn your love to other things. To the singing of others' breath, to stars in the sky, to geese in flight. But do not love Imogen.
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such a cool photo, Grace. And is this you?
And Imogen is a flight of fancy only, a created thing, and her love is the invented blackness of what love could be if I imagine the worst.
So, love my Imogen, and she will slip through your fingers, the words on the page dissolve into nothing, and hearts break, and maybe your heart.
Turn your love to other things. To the singing of others' breath, to stars in the sky, to geese in flight. But do not love Imogen.
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