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Remembering.

Under photos of Zaragoza and them her hands grind Moroccan tea the girl- with her fences built high belly button pierced, her face smelling of honey and green tea. She believes in energy and angels in sweet lavender and Eucalyptus but not in you. She’s been to Cambodia and back in her head- a pilgrimage… Continue reading Remembering.

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Reverse.

Life feels like it has gone into reverse Like when my Mother turns the washing inside out And sometimes the colours  all merge together. I’m scared I’ll become like Alice down the rabbit hole Weightless in my thoughts, body sinking to the floor In some fruitless, wasted ecstasy of youth. Cats have nine lives but… Continue reading Reverse.