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From Nabila Lovelace:

April 4, 2018

You decided
to open up your hand and
decorate my cheek with fire. A
swift movement across the
face.

Your mistake:
i. not killing me,
ii. striking with bloomed digits as
if for fashion, or pimp instruction,
iii. not loving yourself enough to
value your life.

Be afraid. Me and my girls are an
unrelenting pack. Don’t open your
palm to the mosaic of roses; rake
a body made of thorns unless
you intend to burn the whole garden.

Choices

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