I was not finished like all women who are supposed to be alone forever and make love an excuse to live. Love was an Eid green that fell from the hood of someone else's car at thirteen, not in front of my feet, but right in my arms. I could only hand ...
I was not finished like all women who are supposed to be alone forever and make love an excuse to live. Love was an Eid green that fell from the hood of someone else's car at thirteen, not in front of my feet, but right in my arms. I could only hand it over to the first running water and go back and find a place where I can live.
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