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Anne Fall

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Rosa Scriptum

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“He danced closely but never touched.
The air between them crackling and sparkling like an electrical fire
that must be contained quickly
or it will take everything.”
Anne Fall, Rosa Scriptum

“So, I show my uncovered scars
with a sense of pride.
Damn you and damn me.
If we cross swords, neither of us will survive.”
Anne Fall, Rosa Scriptum

“To reach the spirit world
To be free of these promises


I would find you, and we would laugh
at the old ways we tried to love.”
Anne Fall, Rosa Scriptum

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
Zelda Fitzgerald

“She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.”
Zelda Fitzgerald

“A word after a word after a word is power.”
Margaret Atwood

“A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you

is that a fact or a weapon?”
Margaret Atwood

“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.
In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin




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