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Her.

 For the first time my feelings fight for it- the yellow light burning out where the lines of my world meet where the colour hurts. It’s like a weird love that never died It keeps me awake when I breathe and all I need is a hand to stop the slamming ache curved into a… Continue reading Her.

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How I overcome struggle- self care.

There can be a lot of misconceptions of the idea of “self-love” and the thought of putting yourself first. Indeed I pride myself upon being able to take care of myself. For a very long time I have struggled with myself and my identity, whether it be how I look or how I am generally.… Continue reading How I overcome struggle- self care.

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Body-

  Don't ever let them hate on your body for it is a striking mosaic of bones a relic of desire, peppered with nostalgia- wiggling hips like a dog bounding from the riverbed. Your belly button is deep and soft a likeness to a shellfish- your skin is fuzzy and uncharted and your fungus white… Continue reading Body-

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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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Lover.

  Her soul is June's yellow telling mine about the sun fingers, white Galanthus bulbs turning me to Midas Gold. Her voice is like a naked mist danger concealed in an Alchemist's kiss her eyes are but dichroic glass so sickly sweet and opportune.