From Russia With Love
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if he could have held you
with the grip of knowing
what elements you’re made of
you still would have burned through skin
it’s safer to put you down
close the door + throw away the key
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photo / Olivia Bee
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the sound of your pulse in my ears
I love your heavy steady heart
jolting me awake and calling me to sleep
watching my heart in another body
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photo / Li Hui
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like embracing
the naked body of darkness
sometimes you just have to
make the most
of that ghost
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photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
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time has passed
and I don’t know where I stand
with the idea of still having
remnants of you
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photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
writing / berlin macuixtle (Thank You For Nothing Zine)
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you speak and I get closer and
suddenly my air is your air and
we are no longer one and another
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writing / ⁃ @loser.zine
photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
So subtly is the fume of life designed
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind
photo / marcin lichowski
writing / Edna St Vincent Millay
What is love? am I in pieces?
I see the promise that you made
do you still feel the same?
I’m in the periphery
your story’s not about me it’s without me
photo / Carrie Brautigam
Perhaps you’re
the wilderness
that waits within me
Perhaps an
other mystery, I
open beneath
you.
writing / PAUL TRAN
my body, water, your body, a trail of hands carrying the river to the sea
at the end of the world, let there be you, my world
how often have i loved a thing because you loved it?
including me
writing / Danez Smith
