I'm safe from myself for a season
I squish in as much love as I can manage times like this
cuz in a matter of hours the wind could turn.
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...
