It does not raise a tempest
or long to be noticed by men
But rather, it sweeps in by degrees
reminding my heart what it feels like to be home.
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
