“What is the name of a place that everyone can see is burning
but no one can feel the effects of the smoke
or the heat of the flames except the place
and that place is not a place but a person
and that person is the I in my poems
only it's my real-life body that aches and
isn't that love:
not being able to see the explosion even though you are the one holding the bomb and the bomb is also you”
- Sabrina Benaim - Unrequited love in 9 parts (fragmento)
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