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Photosynthesis
I turn my head towards you, as a flower does to the sun
And I let the petals of my gentleness unfurl
To show my face, yellow and sweet.
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Magic in the everything, Matthieu Gafsou
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All it ever does is rain, Xan Padron
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Nevine Fadlmula by Yulia Chinato
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Klimt landscapes
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Lost horizons, Nico Sawatzki
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Soaring the space time, Kazu Saito
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Simply Apple
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Prey
My lips pull back from my teeth - am I snarling or am I smiling sweetly?
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Teen Vogue, April 2016 馃挀 photographed by @julia_noni, styling by @clare_byrne, hair @shingoshibata / via @c__l__o
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cleanballad 6 months
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Aqueous
He walks into a room and takes up space unapologetically; with the confidence that only a man can have.
With no regard for the shape of me he spreads his legs, unfurls his sharp edges like wings until they touch the corners of the room.
And I seep into the gaps left behind, To dull what makes him sharp and fill what makes him broken - I press myself into him until he feels nearly whole.
And each time I change my shape I start to forget how I looked before I was wrapped around him. He says we fit like puzzle pieces.
(Did he ever see me as I am? I think he loved the shapeshifter on the pedestal)
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