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I’d have followed her
anywhere she asked of me. I’d have
thrown myself to the wild for her.
Elisabeth Hewer, from “Dove Hands” in Wishing for Birds
anenlighteningellipsis reblogged
You taste like metal & blood,
kiss like a man’s last gunshot.
I could find religion in your face.
Build a church in the palms of your hands.
Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Deserter,” Wishing for Birds