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She
She wished for peace and love. And dance parties. In the kitchen. Continue reading
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Flow
I will simply begin. And flow until the river ends. Continue reading
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Dark Mistress
Oh, fear, my dark mistress sweet. Play me into your arms of fright. Chill me with crooked fingers. Undress my calm, tempt me into hiding: I will rise. And you will find the truth of me has no room inside… Continue reading
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Open Rose
These hours of twilight. How soft they have been, like rain on a dusty summer road. Here I am. A woman, at last. Home in the truth of this soft heart of mine. A rose of musk in bloom this… Continue reading
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Beautiful
This life. It is not what they have shown it to be. The cold stone walls, the repeating days in chains of grey. This life is the art I hold in my own hands. The art of my body as… Continue reading
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All Of Me
This morning, I stood at the sink and cried. Years ago, quite by accident, and quite without me knowing why…I stopped crying after a lifetime of being a human river. I didn’t notice it happening, it just happened and there… Continue reading
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And They Wait
And they wait for something more. And they sip cold tea. And they laugh with sad eyes. And they speak with serious voices. And they hide the soft pieces of their hearts. And they wait. And they wait. And they… Continue reading
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Dance
I bounded out of bed. No, really, I bounded out of bed and bounced around my room, arms and legs flailing— a sort of contemporary dance concoction that would have won me the award for the most daggy morning-human, ever.… Continue reading
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Be You
Shine, my sweet bloggy family. Always be you. In all your flawed magnificence. open.spotify.com/track/1haQRuZnoggW6U6l5jFIj9 Continue reading
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