Oops I Did It Again by Ingrid Casey

Can you love a thing that hasn’t happened
yet? That might never. That already has, a
thousand times. A thing that is still tethered,
blind, a thing with aphonia. Can you love a
twin, with the same fears, the same grief? How
do you stay alive, not let your shame eat you,
after opening a door accidentally, seeing a thing
naked, the conversation itself the reveal.

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  1. Beautiful. Hearbreakingly beautiful.

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