Dinah Liddell

Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?

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chasing droplets

I am cursed. I am able to give any gift in the world yet receive nothing.


I gave everything away in the past. Now I’m stuck in the middle, sitting on the petals of the dead orchid that you keep watering, just so that I have the illusion of life.


Give me one thing back - my body,

With that I will acquire the freedom I desire.

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