From Maria Sabina, the Blue Star of my heart:
“I am a woman without blood.
The Open Book steals my blood.
The bird steals my blood.
The water steals my blood.
The air steals my blood.
The flower steals my blood.”
From Maria Sabina, the Blue Star of my heart:
“I am a woman without blood.
The Open Book steals my blood.
The bird steals my blood.
The water steals my blood.
The air steals my blood.
The flower steals my blood.”
these words silence the thought ‘me’
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