The stories on her skin

  Where do I begin with these stains on my mouth? To talk about myself    what I have lived I am holding up like a cardboard cut out Melancholy restoration, a standing melting pot of flavor Raw turmeric and lemon   My mother gave me lemons for the basket on my head I’ve turned her... Continue Reading →

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I got a late start Loving Too much of a late start at caressing creativity          spitting gold into red pots shy dreams Lacking sex shine    almost Twinkling under dust and debris

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