In the realm of filters, I yearn to shine, Posting images that obscure what’s mine. The mirror reflects a confident grace, Yet…
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I remember when voices cut clear From a clear sky of white and whining And specks Of the styrofoam board ceilings. I…
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It was close to the end of summer We decided that we were going to meet up at a water park for…
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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…