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“Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it? Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?”

Quote by Richard Siken

Book:Crush

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Crush

This book delves into the complexities of romantic relationships and the transformative journey of self-discovery. more

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Richard Siken
Richard Siken

Richard Siken is an American poet born in 1967. His poetry is known for its unique style and profound emotional expression, which has won him a wide audience. more

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