“I may be feeding an impure hunger.”— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907
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“Body, I drag you like a shipwreck,”— Jennifer Elise Foerster, from “Refrain,” published in TriQuarterly
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" Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting– "
