late nights forcing our eyes to stay open talking, talking, talking little women reruns days at the beach, dancing to old…
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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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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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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…