We crossed that bridge as five But only mother and I survived Your father and brothers will be back, she wiped her tears and said.
Writer, poet, vegan-baker. Bi pride. Math grad. Smashing the patriarchy one glitter bomb at a time. You can read more of my writing on Instagram.
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young ones you glance in my direction but you do not see your eyes slide off me as if I wear my gray hair my
This bridge called my back This bridge called my back Is breaking from the weight of life Is breaking from the weight of life This
Mahogany skin lends itself, naturally, to scaffolding and furniture alike, crafting exquisite sculptures pale hands envy and caress, asking cinnamon’s warm russets to wipe snotty