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"I am the dark and i am the light. I am the moon and i am the starless night. Fall in love with all that i am or please, do not fall in love with me at all" -Christopher Poindexter

"I am the dark and i am the light. I am the moon and i am the starless night. Fall in love with all that i am or please, do not fall in love with me at all" -Christopher Poindexter

ghosts - stories - legends - "fairy tales would not survive without a kernel of truth"

ghosts - stories - legends - "fairy tales would not survive without a kernel of truth"

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"From within the skull, hair comes into existence. Debris, ribbon, the surplus of brain. Virginal, black hair. These are the threads of my mind — crawling, like the legs of a black widow, tangled in the breeze, hanging from my crown like dark, dead trees. Darkness within me, darkness which leaves me. It is the evidence of time, the rings of my history." — Segovia Amil,

"From within the skull, hair comes into existence. Debris, ribbon, the surplus of brain. Virginal, black hair. These are the threads of my mind — crawling, like the legs of a black widow, tangled in the breeze, hanging from my crown like dark, dead trees. Darkness within me, darkness which leaves me. It is the evidence of time, the rings of my history." — Segovia Amil,

"From within the skull, hair comes into existence. Debris, ribbon, the surplus of brain. Virginal, black hair. These are the threads of my mind — crawling, like the legs of a black widow, tangled in the breeze, hanging from my crown like dark, dead trees. Darkness within me, darkness which leaves me. It is the evidence of time, the rings of my history." — Segovia Amil, #SegoviaAmil #BlackHair #Poetry #Prose #Darkness

"From within the skull, hair comes into existence. Debris, ribbon, the surplus of brain. Virginal, black hair. These are the threads of my mind — crawling, like the legs of a black widow, tangled in the breeze, hanging from my crown like dark, dead trees. Darkness within me, darkness which leaves me. It is the evidence of time, the rings of my history." — Segovia Amil, #SegoviaAmil #BlackHair #Poetry #Prose #Darkness

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