This one is the subtlest, it tastes like a lover turning away from you and makes you hear the words ‘we need to talk’ in the back of your mind. It makes you feel like someone’s, casually, leaving you forever. It’s obvious and blunt but it takes a real connoisseur to appreciate the nuiansses. — Intentional Dissonance, Iain S. Thomas
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The piles of blankets
discarded with urgency
tell our story now.
— Tyler Knott Gregson