Keeping Deaths Undead

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On days when I lose more hope than the rest, I think of my habit of sliding small, breathing flowers inside my books, and flinch at my monstrosity.

How, in these undead deaths, I keep discovering joy — like the butterflies killed and pinned in a glass box by a mad professor.




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