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If you will not speak

I will not speak

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Sorry to see you leave x

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I had a pang - a wave of butterflies would you believe (remembering and looking at Sylvain, a boyman! Wow, maybe truly bisexual afterall...)

But these pangs, (above or D for example), they seem a desire to romance, carresse, affectionate, nurture and to be nurtured...

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Wax and wane wax and wane

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I love being clever (when it works and shines)

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Literally made my pussy clench (in a good way) - how epic that I can feel that about a person - there’s a beautiful array of people who give me feels who I have access to in some form

Diary entry I guess. #firstpostin2years

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I love to listen. Listen till I hear something.

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For some reason

The moon seems menacing tonight Distant, cold, solemnly blaring in the vast void of sky Earlier she brings light with welcome and tide Maybe the moon has moods like me As the morepork calls to her, I feel her weight

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You make me so happy I want to vomit ... Although that might also be the Rosé and the sun

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The rumblings in the wall Resonate like the rumblings in my heart The vibrations of the sound Vibrates like the cortex of my brain The shouts, laughs, weeps, whispers Drift like the spilling of my soul Longing for your soul to be spilled You closed book I, fair maiden Yearning, churning Like the sea "The Ocean is a Good Place to Think Of the Future"

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The waving leaves Of the poplar trees

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Oh baby... You have no idea what a sight you are to the eyes of my aching soul...

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She wants to be a blessing to everything she touches

I will spend my nights thirsting Since the day you left When the swan song turned sour I see rainbows on the shower floor No sweeter than unripe fruit with sugar And I have to fill my days with something other than you Sometimes the something can’t be a someone but something else That’s the hardest part… But I will stew the sour fruits Until their glycerin glucose glistens And pour honey over them until they’re as sweet as I As I can be. And I will be all I want to be Finessed, refined and natural Warm to the touch Dip your finger in Left wanting more than just a taste I’m juicy, I swear it My love, don’t spare it. And I will not need to thirst for a fruit I cannot reach Or that has already fallen to the dirt Trying to reattach it to an already rotting branch. I will grow, flower and bloom; Ripen, sweeten and decay softly, Like the reckless tenderheart I am. I will be a blessing, as best I can. Sweet like the fruit I simmer.

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Celery and marmite sandwiches

Oh how siblings can bring out the child in themselves through memory

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My hair smells like coconut And my fingers of citrus fruit My heart dances swiftly When I enter your pursuit

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Accidental like, on the breeze

I miss you Jenny

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Two skies, stacked on top of one another