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[honeylocustmoth]

We pay for our words. Once uttered, they live forever; a string of vibrations from my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, my lips, which extend infinitely throughout space. For as many of these as I regret (those dark tapestries of misshapen syllables knotted, inextricably, by time and pain), there are those whose delicacy and light originated from the

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[lupusfeuer]

Have you forgiven me?

[honeylocustmoth]

Forgiven?

my darling

[honeylocustmoth]

You never explained this to me but, if there were something to be forgiven, you can rest assured it has been.