heart on a string (Poem)
my heart hangs on a / string / swings gently in / the summer breeze / like laundry / basking / in the
salted meringue (poem)
from a distance / you watch waves foam / at my lips / salted meringue
tidal surges of my lunar heart
in trusting the process / i trust myself to navigate / the highs and lows that / change / with each moment /
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