Tears under a microscope I cannot bear to bask beneath those eyes So sharpened by the cleanse of holy tears. To face you here, I flirt with my demise, For […]
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Photo cred: Michael Ezra and Juan Osborne I am a woman. At least, I think I am. I must admit it has been hard to reckon with this new […]
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Naked Reality Let me be clear, my choice is not broken. Through battered heart and vacant glances I stand up and my crutch is pride, Supporting me like […]
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