Darlings, sometimes love will come to you like a fire to a forest. When it does, be braver than I was. Just leave. Take only what you can carry. No tears, no second thoughts. You have hands like tinder boxes, the smallest spark will kill you.
About the Author: Clementine von Radics is a writer living in Portland, Oregon. She is a spoken word poet and the author of the book "As Often As Miracles." You can find more of her writing and art at clementinevonradics.com
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