girlhood. girlhood is lace-trimmed dresses and painting your nails red it’s sneaking into your mother’s room when you’re five to try on…
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with humbling intent, a tender, sweet ascent, scaling the moon and it’s light will make their nightly presence though adhering to…
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In hues of amber, crimson, and gold, The season of enchantment unfolds. As summer wanes, and twilight calls, Behold the beauty of…
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In the blink of an eye, the years fly by, Like fleeting stars that dot the sky, Time rushes forth, a river’s…
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Sometimes I wish I could freeze a moment in my mind desperate not to let it slip through my fingers and snatched…
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Underground lies all I know and live for, but I hear of Precious expression through these segments named “petals,” Which conjures no…