Topaz Winters, from Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing; “July”
[Text ID: “& bless the moment / he let me listen to my own heart / beat like a prayer / or a promise: you are / here. You are here. You are here.”]
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.]
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