tincture
Alas, I'm best in
small doses. You must let your
immunity build.
Jules of Nature
RMH
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Sade Olutola
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Show & Tell

if i look back, i am lost
Noah Kahan

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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@her-mosaic-monet
tincture
Alas, I'm best in
small doses. You must let your
immunity build.
the long journey of goodbye
The space in my heart
for you is overgrown with
the want to be good.
restless sleep
My dreams are figments
of fantasy thrashing at
reality's steel.
aging
When did thirty stop
feeling like a death sentence
and more like reprieve?
metamorphosis
I will shed my skin
of cynicism and make
room for wings of hope.
echoes
Falling into old
habits like water carving
memories in stone.
wake up
Stand on the edge of
epiphany like morning
sun's horizon beams.
freckle
Your face is a night
sky, scatters of stars lighting
the path to your lips.
LIGHTNING!
Woman is wonder, and
the sky cracks at the shake of
her hips, nature's force.
pray for me
Death shakes off the dust
on his pin-striped suit and greets
me like an old friend.
christ complex
May my body feed
you, my blood sustain you. All
that I am is yours.
eternity
There is still time. Till
mossy bones crumble and teeth
turn ash, there is time.
my father's daughter
I search for purpose
in the roots of my veins and
branches of my heart.
ballad of a former gifted kid
In love with dreams of
what could have been, bitter from
Disappointment's song.
hurt less, little one
The older I get,
the kinder I am to the
child I once was.
self(less)
What a burden to
pour into cups that would not
dare empty for you.
in the wild
A fire can never
feel lonely. It sparks and spreads,
embers joining hands.