Monday, May 1, 1995

INFj autopsy

The autopsy will find coloured flowers in my grey matter, still-beating poetry in my heart, unspent ink in every organ, blood saturated with love, bones mineral'd by life's rough days, muscles fibered by courage and fear intertwined, and a slightly crushed but glittering soul.

—Terri Guillemets

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