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restandpeace
restandpeace
16 hugeee patti smith enthusiast
flew the munia, well and free. the munia flew across the moor, trained her wings with words of Thee. end arrives, it's time to lure the munia into eternal glee and spread her wings into a tour
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May 16
May 16, 2026 at 5:48 PM UTC
fatema, a grandmother
you’ll fill the void in your entrance but never the larger one in your heart
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
for the so-called straight friend
well, yea, sometimes i think of girls but who doesn't? what? no i'm just joking. love men! im not a **** i was joking. i'm serious. i don't have a boyfriend, sure, but that's because i'm RELIGIOUS! im not a **** not at ALL!!
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 6:50 PM UTC
closeted as ****
indian summer, you called. indian summer, you took, and took, and took, until you came for the only tree i've ever planted the tree of her touch a leave so green the tree of a lazy, sleepy day in our room, our bed; another leave so green and many, many others turned brown one night of rain, then thunder full of anger and disbelief while drunk boy ****** on our tree
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
autumn cheater
my head might split in two pieces from history my head might explode
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
burnout haiku
goodbye, little lamb you've been cooked into the oil of ***** words, so bland they burn and rot your meat. "dinner's ready" he says. i say my prayer "in the name of innocence." the latter a word so hard. but i get it, i see it when she runs in my black and white visual field. but the bland white boy cooked the little lamb - burned her. goodbye, little lamb.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
in the name of innocence
afra, baby, you could’ve had girlhood you could’ve had it good but you just couldn’t wait. afra, baby, that scarf! it was to protect you from the cold. you were only twelve, only twelve! you had no business knowing how to hang or how to cut you’re still a baby in mothers’ eyes mothers who haven’t been sleeping as if you’re their own kiddo but only you know the feeling of when you got up and asked her “may i go to the bathroom?” and left for a better place in that tiny pink stall where you were meant to experience the first period, not the last breath.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 6:23 PM UTC
afra's ode
take this mirror this one's mine just to see what i see from time to time
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
draft from a dream
you never belong anywhere ain't it bittersweet? the consequences of colors, colors of your love and the color of your skin they never belong not even with each other. ain't it bittersweet? queer of arabia, my antithesis, ******* and mekkah don't go together but life's just a test. ain't it bittersweet?
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 6:10 PM UTC
queer of arabia