HipMamaJenn

I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

Adrienne Rich, Twenty One Love Poems (via larmoyante)

Published by Jenn Bacall

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