agosto 24, 2025

Let’s get bare, all out, leaving what’s true and told, nothing to add or fix. The story ends here, a...

Family sorrow is my puffy bags, on my hooded lids, from way back, but it’s ok, I’m not stopping. Skin...

We are not the illusion. Hidden from view, deep in childhood, the night comes with crickets, picnics are set nearby...

«Shush» instructed the winter wind, on a very cold morning. The Sun’s familiar hug now weak, his usual toasty shawl...
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