This from a young lady living in Sydney. If you can’t pay, then, please, rent some attention.

(Note: A song to dance to: alone, at night) Small updates and things. I’ve been hiding poems because I’m trying to put together a manuscript of sorts. Which is unusual for me because I’m so used to stress-writing/word-vomit, publishing it here, releasing it to the world, ignoring it forever and never going back. But now […]

via this is not a poem pt. 4 — we bleed words

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