Poesy

Where the Vines Tangle

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‘Vines’ is the kind of word that reminds me of the jungle — the untamed and wild unknown with depths and layers of existences that hide and burst from the undergrowth, sort of like the way I find myself inside — a jumble of misunderstood and bursting emotions that stir out from secret places within my internal amazon.

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Battling the female condition

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