the two men were at my window when i woke up, and I think I might have screamed -
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- a poem: we toe the lines, between greyscale latitude and the silky length of colour, stained by curry -
It is so hard to pretend that lots of things do not matter and should never have. It’s been a long time since I told myself to get over things that I have shoved on a pedestal in my mind; that I have constantly treated like a special sculpture and buffed and polished all its [...]
THERE IS THIS GOLDEN SUNSHINE There is this golden sunshine. The light that slowly filters in and pours into your room and fills it with a magical, fairy-like light, that makes you cringe in bed and toss-and-turn under a navy duvet until your limbs find it within themselves to wake up and face the cold [...]