Poesy

It Was a Rainy Day When I Heard

#FromOneLine №105

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This is a short expression of what it could feel like from a woman’s perspective when reaching a particular biological age that would inevitably bury the possibility of having your uniqueness survive in your progeny that you won’t have. At some point beyond all the alternative methods, the science, or any optimistic viewpoints on the subject of…

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Battling the female condition

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