raining every day
or at least it feels like it, but i don’t really mind.
last night i dreamt of nursing my baby. a girl. she fit perfectly on me. i could be a good mother…
days are long, remain full. hair is copper, orange whatever you call it. everything feels whole. there are no signs, i see nothing and think of even less.
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when you’re alright with letting nice things go
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evil corrupts, degrades and perverts because it cannot Be.
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if i do what you want, can i make it with you?
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